Christmas bell

 Christmas started to happen when you fell.

 When you fell back in love with me and started to feel the way I felt. 

There are lots of things I want to be, but I promise, I want to be your best friend. 

I want to tell you the world before the world tells on me. 

I want to tell you when I am scared. 

When there are thoughts running in my head and I can’t find a way out. 

I have been void for a while, then you came and I heard the bells. 

I can’t do magic and I don’t want to try. 

I just want to create love with you, that similar to Christ’s. 

That God so loved the world, so much He gave His only Son. 

I want you to be the one that empties my emotions. 

I want to go back in time, to the Old Testament. 

Remembering the seasons the prophets couldn’t touch God, but after Christ died, the veils torn, hence Christ began touching us. 

When the bells of Christmas ring, we remember the birth of a King, somewhere in Bethlehem. 

When the bells ring again, I want to remember you, and I am hoping that you’d be willing to try something new. Not love as usual, I don’t like old narratives. 

I want to touch you; not your flesh, but your heart. I want to know you, to love you, to do life with you.

 That my soul rests in yours. 

I am not looking for the modern definition of love, where you can hurt those you want. 

I want the love that death can’t hold. 

The love that forms hope for humanity. 

And I would like to have it with you. Because of the way that you make me smile, I like the feeling; it completes everything.

 So, I want to be your best friend, I want the bells to ring. I want to touch you in places the world can’t fit. 

And I would adore being an extension of God’s intention of love. 

And I want us in God and Christ in us. So we are connected and we become the Greatest of all; LOVE. 

1st Corinthians 13:13. John 3:16, Romans 8:38-39, 1 John 4:18