Hands

I hold your hand tightly
as we walk together,
I’m nervous I’ll loose you
and then stay lost forever.

You fill my fears
with visions of hope,
you kiss off my tears
when it’s too hard to cope.

You keep hold of my hand,
please don’t let go,
I’ll call you “my man”,
you are what I know.

Sometimes you ground me,
sometimes you don’t.
What matters is that you found me,
and rescued me on your boat.

An ocean of solitude,
a sea of distrust,
I love you with plentitude,
I see you as “luck”.

An ocean can take over
and cloud your true vision,
and make you see problems
too deep to swim in.

Then I hold your hand tighter,
you haven’t let go,
and then I remember
why I love you so.