Whatever beauty may be, it has for its basis order, and for its essence unity. - Father Andre
Even today when I look down at my hands I think of yours Of how they rested on the table just inches from mine Perfect and beautiful With the power to make my heart race
I know this is silly we’re talking about hands just hands But I remember how much I wanted to slide my hand into yours Feel your fingers wrap around mine feel your strength feel your grip As if that grip would have changed our outcome
And now tears run down my face in remembering how close I was to always touching you only to wind up so far
Sara - There are volumes of poetry and love letters which no one has put together (or have they?). Your work would occupy a prominent place in such a book.
We hear about hearts and the role they play in love and romance, but it is seldom that the most active participants in love makes the list of players. You make them the lead, the necessary, the star. ...And, how lovely you write about the hands of those who love.
This poem is being printed and punched, and will go in my special book...a three-ring binder , labeled, "Sick Bed! -or the Last Thing I want to Read!" Thanks for sharing a keeper gem. - Bill
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Baby is doing just fine and Wallace too....big and healthy both of them!!
Love Tinka
Well done Sara, nice to see you on board again.
Fee
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Ron
We hear about hearts and the role they play in love and romance, but it is seldom that the most active participants in love makes the list of players. You make them the lead, the necessary, the star. ...And, how lovely you write about the hands of those who love.
This poem is being printed and punched, and will go in my special book...a three-ring binder , labeled, "Sick Bed! -or the Last Thing I want to Read!" Thanks for sharing a keeper gem. - Bill
Ch'erie