My dear, how could I tell you
I never find the right words,
But my poems are always true
When they say I want to hold your hands while listening to the birds.
My hand feels cold
Without yours in it,
You have me controlled
Even though I'd hate to admit.
My hand longs for yours
It feels empty without you,
One day we'll take a walk in the moors
Hand in hand enjoying the view.
Hold my hands forever
Never let me go,
You'll be in my heart whatsoever
Even if I don't let it show.
Hold my hands while we walk
Through the glorious gates of paradise,
Hold my hands while we talk
In heaven and earth, that will suffice.
Hold my hands in the house
In which our Lord has promised,
In it you will be my spouse
Where eternal happiness will exist.
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A Specific Mood
RomanceSome poems I write when I'm in a specific mood and bored and got nothing better to do.
