Your hand in mine
Made the sun want to shine
Every road we took
Seemed like a storied book
Your lips of wine
Never tasted so fine
With every kiss I took
Made me take a closer look
But where did I go
To lose you like I did
Makes me feel so low
like a foolish kid
I want you back
‘Cuz I see what I now lack
But you let me leave
Before our hearts could weave
I understand
Know it will never work out
You see my lone hand
There really is no doubt
But I have you still
Know I always will
For my heart still beams
When I hold you in my dreams
Your hand in mine
Made the sun want to shine
And every road we took
Seemed like a storied book
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem