Mistletoe is hanging, hanging up above, Looking, looking for two people in love.
Seeing, seeing every kiss passing through, Mistletoe is waiting, waiting for me and you.
Mistletoe grows in the trees on my street. But I haven't found anyone to climb up and get the treat. But I don't really need to get that personal aid, because my partner showered me with kisses as part of her trade, Santa's little mistress, she.
Lovely poem for those wishing they had a sweetheart to kiss.
Bishnupriya Ghosh, Professor at University of Santa Barbara contacted me asking to use my painting of Mother Teresa in her upcoming book, "Global Icons" which was published by Duke University Press Books. You may see Judy Jones's painting of Mother T
Lovely poem for those wishing they had a sweetheart to kiss.
Ron