Holding her Hand

Royal Club for Literature and Peace 

Holding her Hand

Sanjay Singh

Holding her Hand

Hand in hand, the journey started anew, 

Or sometimes, it's their grasp that we allowed through. 

Her touch, a gentle glide down my arm so free, 

Our hands entwined, a dance of destiny.

Fingers laced with care, palms pressed as one, 

Her presence ignites a rhythm, love's sweet song. 

Thudding heartbeats echo in that single clasp, 

Once I held her hand, I knew it would forever last.

Her warmth flowed through, a chest embraced, 

Simple yet intimate, two souls interlaced.

In silence, stunned, emotions took their flight, 

Her touch spoke volumes, every feeling set just right.

A voiceless whisper, her touch so kind, 

Speaking volumes of love, profound and refined. 

I feared the loss of this connection so dear, 

In her touch, love's symphony I could clearly hear.

In her, I discovered love's truest grace, 

An ecstasy that soars, life's highest place. 

Beyond mere words, symbols frail and thin, 

Infinite love, a mountaintop to forever begin.

Sanjay Singh

documentation: Waffaa Badarneh