The hand that holds yours
By itself
Promises lot more love
Than the hand you hold on to.
The feet that follow you
Wherever you go
Promises a commitment deeper
Than those steps you follow.
Blessed are those lovers
Who can feel their worth
And shower them back
With the love they owe.
They never end up lonely
Yearning for a hand to hold
Never walk alone
Longing for someone beside them.
wild wind blows free
13 years ago
1 comment:
just, perfect and beaiful,,, hands and feet and love
lovely work here t dear
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