Theres an art to holding hands.
It's in the way they grip so tight.
In the way two lovers cling.
As if holding for dear life.
Theres an art to holding hands.
It's in the way they reach so far.
In the way two lovers cling.
As if catching every star.
Theres an art to holding hands.
It's in the way that they are held.
In the way two lovers cling.
As if trying to hard to meld.
Theres an art to holding hands.
It's in the way they seem to glow.
In the way two lovers cling.
As if saying please dont go.
There's an art to holding hands.
It's in the way they hold not hand but heart.
In the way too lovers cling.
As if it'd be death to ever part.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem