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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. |
This is a delightful and most elegant and sensitive poem! There is something that is so innocent and romantic about Lovers holding hands! Your lovely poem has a sensitivity about it that is simply wonderful! Way to go, lovely lady!! | Posted on 2008-04-30 00:00:00 | by Ron Cole | [ Reply to This ] | |