Granite Gargoyles Poetry


Your Hand

Your hand I do long to hold,
The whisper of your hair that I may see,
Your touch makes me so bold,
For you are the only one I want with me.

Time passes slowly when we are forced apart,
For without you I reside with heavy heart,
Yet the feel of your touch, the sound of your voice,
Casts away my fear, and leds me to rejoice.

The path to harmonny has been a steep climb,
but I could never relax without you as mine,
So I send out all my love and bliss,
dreaming of you and your sweet kiss.

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