I held your hand, you held mine
Our fingers gently touch.
The palms they keep
A longing beat
Of love not meant to be
Our thumbs they lie
Side by side
Together they laid, intertwine
I held your hand, one gentle glance
It clasps with warm embrace
A love that time, can not find, in time that love, but chase
- Author: endless_midnight ( Offline)
- Published: September 3rd, 2017 21:36
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 21
Comments3
Wow I love this poem! It shows how sentimental every physical touch can really be.
Thank you. It means a lot
What an amazing piece! I loved your word choices along with your physical descriptions
Wow! This is such an amazing community.
Thank you
Good choice of words.. simple but meaningful
Thank you so much 🙂
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