Yuletide Whispers in Silken Shadows
In winter's heart, 'neath festive fir so tall,
A gentleman reflects in twilight's chill.
His fingers graze a silk scarf, memories call,
Of Christmas past, a dance, a night that still
Thrills his seasoned heart with PVC's sleek shine,
A masquerade where joy was spun in thread.
With every touch, a whisper soft and fine,
A lady in red, through the ballroom she led.
In her eyes, a spark, like tinsel's playful light,
Her laughter, the carol that warmed the cool air.
Now, alone, he clings to the silk, to the night,
When love was a gift, wrapped in moments so rare.
Though years have passed, her touch in silk remains,
A festive wish, where youthful spirit reigns.
Each yuletide since, he's felt her presence near,
In the rustle of leaves, in the winter's moon.
Her silhouette in shadows, ever clear,
As if she'd return to him, ah, all too soon.
The gentleman, with every Christmas cheer,
Finds solace in the silken thread's embrace.
Though time may march, and festive lights may veer,
Her essence in the weave, he can still trace.
Now by the fire, with embers glowing bright,
He holds the silk, a specter of his heart's delight.
Whispers of the past, of joyous PVC nights,
Bind him to a love that never takes its flight.
In every Christmas silk, her laugh, her dance,
A gentle ghost of love's eternal chance.
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