Prologue

A scent of Christmas fills the air,

a friendly aura, everywhere.

I hear his voice beckon me,

stirring in my dizziness, I try to understand

his simple command:

"Please remember me!  Hold my hand!"

Before me, arms outstretched,

welcoming me into blissful silence.

He, who's given me his heart,

promises we will never part.

As all love missions 

involve no strife...

Here, we start, our beautiful tale,

 in the Book of Life.

©LJ

5 December, 2012