I'Ve Held You Poem by Joyce Rwambali

At an open breeze,
At first sight the lovers meet.
Of the beauty of the night,
One cannot compare, to their first encounter

To the beats of their hearts,
The butterflies in their stomachs,
To the soft whispers of love here and there,
They utter the purity of love.

'I've held you finally
i've touched you and embraced you
I ponder to such divine love that shall grow.
Let there be no chasm to shatter us.
Let there be no more distance to dwell between us.
Your mine, to hold and to keep.'
To the dearest of hearts this is said.
To the love he now holds.