I was taught i would know
To whom i would go
When my fingers would fit between theirs
So i held many hands
But none fit so then
I let go and began to despair
So when i held yours first
In my sad mind i cursed
Cause the answer proved same as before
But when i pulled away
You held on and you said
You believed that we could be much more
Then I felt your hands change
Fingers start to arrange
Soon enough mine too had done the same
And before my own eyes
I saw my precious prize
For enduring and winning this game
Your fingers and mine
Fit together just fine
And to this day with you i remain
Love is hard work and not perfect from the start