By: Virmae Concesa Lazaro Bacud

Sweetheart, yuletide Is coming.
The warmth of your compassion myself yearns.
To let stay behind.
But you are not here beside.
Dear, things are falling apart.
Should holiday season endure?
Maybe shattered away.

Darling, each promise was torn.
Look through my eyes were genuine.
Would you like to forget completely?
That affection lingers and joyful moment reflects.
With you take this heart of mine.
Beloved, It cradles me being alongside yourself makes me alive.
How can Christmas survive?
Only my love I can spare.