You know they gotta be good. Tis the season to bestow my bliss on thee. My connection to Santa; who does not live in Atlanta, wishes to bestow my spark, in the park on a lark. I do hereby give you what I have in my heart. As the trees are christened with snow from above, you can tell that it's the season with the flight of a dove. All of this happens in the spirit of love.
Hey, you've left footprints on my soul; I never said that you could do that. I feel that my love was taken in vain. I don't particularly like that. I do have values, you know. I would appreciate the respect and kindness that is usually offered to another human being. I bitterly regret the confrontation that I had earlier but, I guess it all comes down to one thing; live and learn.