Yours Forever

ask me in December

when your stories are over told

and your coffee's growing cold

and the bread has turned to stone

you're still my treasure

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ask me in December

if the sun still shines like new

though the bills have all coming due

and our friends are much too few

my love knows better

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ask me in December

to rest and warm your feet

when the whisky tastes of peat

and there's nowhere else to be

but here together

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ask me in December

to wash away the dirt

to give life back to earth

to grant you what you're worth

our souls together

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ask me in December

for there's no storm I'd not weather

not a soul has given better

you're my heart, and that's forever

ask me, ask me in December

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Copyright © 04/17/2024 by Christy Munson. All rights reserved.

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In celebration of Babs Iverson's third anniversary as a wonderful Vocal creator and her 301st story, please enjoy my poetry entry in her unofficial challenge, Ask Me In December.