It's Christmas Eve.
The night when every one finds joy...

I got up this morning.
For I looked into the mirror...

I'm looking for some thing I've never seen.
I'm looking for some thing I see in you...

Can you read my mind?
For I have a poem that needs to be read...

I use to ask where is the love for me these days.
I use to pray on every star in the sky...

I'm standing here submerged in all my tears.
Why am I confined in all my fears...

Standing here I cry in the freezing night.
Maybe you were always right...

Do you ever feel you don't belong,
or you just don't fit in any where...

For love is a very beautiful gift.
For love is when your always by the person you...

The day goes by
all I can think about...

It would be best to read my Christmas Eve. poem...

I get up every morning feeling excited,
But what for? I don't understand...