The Hand Of Love Poem by Mrs. Cynosure

The young woman intertwines her hands with her older man
Smiling laughing at his funny charming jokes

The cool rain is the only relief her boiling heart has
His hand softly squeezes hers
He smiles, she smiles
The sun in both of their eyes
Warming them from the inside out

He touches the side of her face
With the hands of steal
But the touch of silk

With stars in her eyes
And the rain soak their innocents
He gently presses his lips to her hand

Baby you are me unspoken princess
She sighs
Has he’s still holding her delicate hand
He be believes that is made out of gold
He knows she is the other half of his soul

He says I love you to her heart as no words are spoken
Looking into her green eyes
That night in the warm rain of mystery