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Enzo Badia Feb 2011
We held hands through the April showers
And as our lips met for the first time,
My heart pounded as loud as the passing thunder.
Your smile always kind and your eyes always so inviting.
I hope this is real, not mere fantasy.
Please, don’t ever let me go,
Because without you, I’d freeze.

We held hands as we watched
The summer sunsets color the sky red.
“I Love You,” is what we both said.
“Lets always be together, let nothing break this.”
We kissed and sealed this summer promise.
Your smile so warm, your eyes so bright.
As I walked you home that night,
I realized that you and me was destiny,
It felt so right.


We held hands as we walked down the yellow brown colored road.
It was fall and I fell for you,
And with all my heart I hope you fell for me too.
“Nothing can go wrong” I began to think,
But the thought was stained with doubt when
I saw you with him.
This can’t be, I’m just being silly.
He can’t mean more to her than me.
Your smile…it feels empty and your eyes seem hollow.
Its just my imagination, nothing more than an exaggeration.
She said she loved me, so the heart is what I’ll follow.

We held hands while exploring our winter wonderland.
But your grip is loose and the warmth is gone.
I turned to you and smiled, “Merry Christmas” I said,
“What I have for you is not a present but the key to my heart instead.
Take it please, its for you and only you.”
You didn’t smile anymore and your eyes looked away.
“I’m sorry but I can not take this gift. My heart does not beat like it used to,
and away from you it began to drift.”
You turned and left forever, and with you was my heart.
How did this happen? You said we’d never grow apart!
I loved you ******! I loved you with all my heart…
You were everything and without you I now have nothing.
Was my love not enough for you? Was it not enough to make you stay?
I thought you knew, I though you could see
How I’d do anything to have you with me.
So return and help me survive the winter’s harsh cold..
“Come back….come back..”
And like the snow,
I fell to the ground and froze.
Written on August 22nd, 2008.

A thank you to my friend Christian for the ongoing concept of the grip between hands in the poem.

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