“So, here I end my silly little rhyme.
Hold my hand so I can feel that you’re mine.”
The shape of your hand fits perfect in mine.
That makes me so happy that we are us.
We go together in space and in time.
All though my hands are bigger (what’s the fuss?).
Sometimes I just cannot wait to go home;
do something we would call “stupid” with you:
Like eat while we watch our favorite show.
Some hot dogs and pickles. You love that, too.
If it’s a bad day, you are my escape.
When it’s worse, you will always make it great.
You always teach me love when there is hate.
And the way our hands fit, it must be fate.
So, here I end my silly little rhyme.
Hold my hand so I can feel that you’re mine.
Friends, this poem, to me, is meant to be something very uncomplicated but beautiful. It represents the most simple things you can do as a couple. But it is those little moments that you sometimes hold most dear to your heart.
If you liked those post, please also check out “Hold my Hand. . .” by psychologistatwork, another great short poem about not letting go of the one you love. Also, check out the original version of this post, “Hands Fit Perfectly in Mine.”
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