Holding Hands
She held his hand tightly,
He held hers yet slightly,
Her dreams and hopes were in that grip,
He thought of their future, would he slip?
Time and again she would aspire,
She thought of their love, what a fire!
He would often think and feel,
Is their love truly real?
To her this was the pinnacle,
He held her hand but was cynical,
What force would prevail?
Will it be true love or will this endeavor fail?
Love is what we make it,
Why would one want to fake it?
If you give your hand to be held you must remember…
It is the heart that is be-felled.
© Joseph James 12-15-06 (titled 8-22-08)
from 'White Night'
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