To Hold Your Hand

To hold your hand

Is to watch the world

Melt slowly away

Into a puddle.

As the snowflakes fall

Upon our heads

I hear the heavens rejoice

Amidst our embrace.

To hold your hand

Is to know I’ll be safe.

You watch me carefully

Making sure I don’t slip.

Yet I follow your lively moves

Like dancers in sync.

To hold your hand

Is to know I’ll be loved.

I know I haven’t said a word

But deep in my soul

I find your hand holding my heart

Nurturing it like roses in the garden.

This is where we find ourselves.

In our hearts

And knowing what our hands

Feel like.