I bought the flowers you liked.

Your face, first, tainted with a sour expression,

Melts into that of a sweet, serene smile.

I melt watching you melt.

I long for each moment I get to change your

Rainy days into magical ones.

If I could be your Santa Clause, then here

Is the gift I'd give you

A blissful tropical day.

No worries, all play.

We'd write our initals on a lock,

Hook it onto the fence and go for a walk.

Discussing how bright our future is,

But how gorgeous everything is now.

No need to fake laugh, no need to fake smile.

All is well here, I'll be your Santa Clause.

Your wish is my command.

Nothing is off limits. Not money, not time,

You pick what you want.

Your smile mirrors mine. In this golden life,

you're my perfect wife.

My gift.

My desire.

My most prized dime.