Per iL Mio Muse

Holiday in Your Arms


there once was a boy,
who thought he'd seen it all...

'til he saw you and said,
you felt like white christmas morn'.

he excitedly unfastened his presents, boxed-up...
and words sprung once again from his almost-empty cup.

there was no christmas tree, no tinsel, nor fancy lanterns lit...
there was only you in his eyes, and that alone, for him was fit.

you may not know him---yet, this puppet-stringged boy, who'd want to be free...
the same boy who--- from afar admires you, this same boy would be... me.