Touch speaks in silence once set free
When longing's quenched in ecstasy.
Your fingertips pressed close to mine
Send shivers running down my spine.
As years together slip on by,
A happy tear still fills my eye
In precious moments quite divine
Whenever your hand touches mine.
Together, we walk hand in hand
Until the hourglass losses sand;
And, when the final grain drops through,
I'll still be holding hands with you.
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