When he holds my hand, I'm warm, I'm safe, and I'm wonderful. When I lay my head next to his, I put my hand on his chest. He places his hand over mine. When he holds my hand, he traces my thumb with his, And leaves chills wherever he touches me. When he holds my hand, I instantly get butterflies. Sometimes I think my heart beats so fast that it stops. When he holds my hand, I look at him and smile; He sees me looking at him, and smiles back with the most beautiful smile that I've ever seen, reaching all the way to his coffee colored eyes. When he holds my hand, I feel like I'm truly loved for what seems like the first time in my life. When he holds my hand, our fingers interlace, fitting together so perfectly that one would think we were made fore each other. It's like two pieces to a puzzle that finally fit together. When he holds my hand, I'm finally whole.