By Timon Smock, ithiimir@aol.com
Date: 6 January 2000

Christmas Eve--In Love

On this day
where the sun's idle rays glaring through the window seem to never touch the
  skin,
and the sounds of everyday life barely reach the ears,
my thoughts race with the sound of her sweet voice and the impeccable beauty and
  grace of her form.
My heart thrives on the warm affections she feels for me,
on the love she bestows upon me!
My own love do I pour out for her cup,
her heart,
which is as deep and boundless as the ocean.
Though my princess is not near,
she is.