Our hands, are dyer and harder
Age and time, takes its toll
Pain stricken
Artiritic, knotted fingers
Deep blue veins
Discolored spotted hands
From sun and liver
As other, might be going insane.

Bodies thinner
Hands losing the embers
A soul heats within
Still when I hold your hands
My world within, lights a new
You make my heart pound
As I stare, into the loveliness
Of your changing face.

I embrace the warmness
Of your body
Still tasting the sweetness
Of your heavenly lips
Just being next to you
Is what my heart desire
Hold my hand, walk with me
Forever and a day
Lets enjoy this life
As it's coming our way
Bearing a state of elysian

By: William Bonilla

11/14/03