Touch Of Hand Poem by T.. Veronica

Touch Of Hand



Today.
Nothing special about it, nothing new.
As the minutes passed, the routine continued.
It was only when you touched my hand -
The warmth lit up my eyes.
The quickened pace of my heart;
Gave me renewed energy.

I may not be the core of your being -
I may not be the light in your life -
But you are somewhere deep within me.

Always.

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