Love at the lips was touch
As sweet as I could bear;
And once that seemed too much;
I lived  on air

That crossed me from sweet things,
The flow  of  - was it musk
From  hidden grapevine springs
Down hill at  dusk?

I had the swirl and ache
From sprays of honeysuckle
That when they re gathered shake
Dew on the  knuckle.

I  craved strong  sweets,  but  those
Seemed strong  when I was young;
The petal of the rose
It was  that stung.

Now no joy but  lacks  salt
That  is not dashed with pain
And weariness  and fault;
I crave the  stain

Of tears, the aftermark
Of  almost too much love,
The sweet  of bitter  bark
And  burning  clove.

When stiff and sore  and scarred
I take  away my hand
From leaning  on it hard
In  grass and  sand

The hurt is  not enough:
I long for weight  and strength
To feel the earth  as rough
To all my  length.

I woke up in a  white  room
with  white lace  curtains.
Snow covered landscape;
I'm  in Memphis  for certain

Yesterday,  it took  over three hours
just to  travel the last twenty  miles.
But  nothing is like my  wife's family
always being greeted with smiles

I was hoping  for a White  Christmas.
You'd  be surprise how simple  I  am.
Be  careful what you wish  for
God may be listening to your  plan.

Most of  the nation  is covered
with that dangerous and beautiful thing
I  am grateful for  arriving safely
for  my wife's happiness is everything.

She  wanted  to  see her family,
her father, uncles  and  aunts.
I've kept her in Southwest Texas too long;
this trip  I most willingly grant.

So, here we are now
in a snowy southern wonderland.
Waiting for Christmas  dinner  to come;
a present only  my  wife can  understand

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and I hope in future to see ur opinion
in my writings