Hold hands with me . . .
Let me entwine my fingers with yours,
Then squeeze to feel the pulse of your love.

Walk with me . . .
Or just let me walk with you,
with a skip in my step, as I soak in your presence.

Stand with me . . .
And let me gaze into your eyes
To bask in the warmth of your soul.

Live with me . . .

Hand in hand,
     Side by side,
          Eye to eye,
               Heart to heart.

©1998  Michael S. Davis