When I walk with your hand in mine,
The world feels softer, the sun seems to shine.
Each step we take is a quiet song,
A melody that says we belong.
The air grows light, the sky turns wide,
Troubles fade with you by my side.
Fingers entwined, hearts in tune,
We chase the dawn, we hold the moon.
No words are needed, no grand design,
Just the warmth of your hand in mine.
A simple touch, a steady grace,
A little world we’ve made in this space.
And though the roads may twist and bend,
I’ll walk with you until the end.
For in your hand, I always find,
The home I searched for, all this time.
SmileyRose Ramblings by
Frances Rose Agnes Napper (She/Her) 