~ hands ~

Your hands were perfectly
designed to hold mine,
to weather any storms,
we face together in time.

I love how your hand
fits perfectly in mine,
how our fingers touch
and gently entwine.

I love being in your arms
where I feel complete,
where two hearts meet
with pounding beats.

Hold my hand in yours
and never let me go,
a love so beautiful and tender,
we've come to know.

Copyright @ 2016 by Miranda Zekanovic