Hand To Hold
I need a hand to hold.
One that's strong
And fills the holes in between,
Although who can judge a hand
When I must judge the person
It belongs to.
Is it a Princes' hand?
Soft and experienced,
One that won't stay too long.
Is it a Fools hand?
Small and nervous
One with a heart you must break.
Is it a Jokers hand?
Unpredicable and immature,
A barrel of laughs too busy.
Or is it a Knights hand?
Caring and shy,
Always there to save my day.
The Prince, the Fool, the Joker or the Knight.
Perhaps the Crown is unexpectedly committed,
The Fool with a heart of gold,
The Joker who knows when to be serious
Or the Knight who is self conceited.
It is not the hand I must judge,
Or even the first glance.
It is the heart
The soul inside the shell
That must be judged...
That must be the hand I need to hold.
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