Privilege

So I wrote this one at 4 am for an English project that was due that day. Turns out, I write well under pressure. Enjoy xx

The snow may fall and blur the paved;

The path between of wasted space.

The bells will chime when you are near

And we will start anew.

The red, rosy cheeks and ringing red bells

Sent us out searching and in step we fell,

Both unaware of the one at our heel.

The white snow fell harder, no time to reveal,

But still our date was due.

I found you there at the feast that night.

I held my breath at the gracious sight.

And in this house, for several years,

All I saw was you.

The snow; it fell and blurred the paved,

But still, you rose and came my way,

And the sleigh bells sang and shook in fear

And we did start anew.

I give thanks for you and I

As I watch you string the Christmas lights.

You are a privilege, my precious dear,

Oh, how I wished for you.

Reviews

[Shannon]

Your second verse anchors the whole piece...beautiful. It takes the poem and thrusts it forward.
Thanks for posting.

[A hare off]

Really nicely crafted poem, the gifts we receive and chersh always.