My Present

Am I allowed to shake it?

Will dose inspection break it?

And can my hands retie these

Ribbons I undo

If what I find is you?

My present

I hope its not Ulysses

Or I Hersheys candy kisses

'Cause even chocolate's wrong

When love's long overdue

And the sweet I crave is you

It's Christmas Eve

The kids are finally sugar-plummed

Asleep and smiling

Here we arc alone at last

Somehow

Although it nigh seem immature

Of me my love,

One things for sure I'm

Opening my present up

Right now

My present

I'm glad it's not pajamas

You knew just what I wanted

And such a perfect fit

Desire It I do

Cause all I want is you