Love is the eternal fire that burns
Life's strife to dust and ashes,
Love is the flaming candle that inflames
The heart and soul with passions,
Love is the crystal mirror that reflects
One's soul depths to those truly loved,
Love is the cotton wings that sails
You to a paradise ignited with ecstasies-
A place glorified with sweet mysteries.

However, Christmas is a golden time
One grasps chance to his hands
To paint life with awesome beauties
That speak of how much he loves
Those who mean the earth to him.

Thus I say to you with all tenderness
You hold a fibre in my soul,
You play a string in my heart,
You live in a chamber of my memories,
For I love you so,
More than all precious stones!