Handfuls of Love

Cold hands,
Warm heart;
Clean hands,
Fresh start.

Hands to hold
The ones so dear;
Lives to mold,
Each passing year.

A warm embrace,
A gentle kiss;
These precious moments
Are pure bliss.

Walk with me
And hold on tight;
Cling to me
With all your might.

My hand in yours
Is meant to be;
This hand of mine
Is yours you see.

We pledged a bond,
"Till death do us part";
We are two souls,
Who share one heart.

A little blessing
God's hands did form;
We held her close,
So soft and warm.

Each day she grows,
Our love does too;
Each sunrise refreshes
Our lives anew.
                       MAL 9/14/13                

For Damon and Gwen,
My life and love to them