If only Christmas wishes came true. Because my Christmas wish was you.
There are many who I have caught their eye, but you are the one who has caught mine. I've had a heart that you once held.
But you gave it back to avoid any harm.
You always admired my ability to work words like a charm.
And I admired your prowess at weaving a piece of prose.
I spun poetic words for you, you were like an undiscovered rose.
But your feelings never reciprocated the words I spoke,
Because you didn't love me, leaving me the butt of a cosmic joke.
For when I loved as I loved then, It made me pick up my heavy pen,
But then that love all went awry. But that was fine, I did not cry.
You didn't love me. That was okay. But that was my wish, on Christmas day. A gift worth getting that was never mine,
But after you I still do pine, for your voice still rings within my mind,
And I still one day wish to in your arms, myself find.
Sincerely yours, The Boy Who Wished.
P.S. You're still on top of my Christmas list.