The Way


The way he holds my hand
Is like knowing without a doubt, he is my best friend
The way he holds my attention
Is like the world stops and he is the only thing I see
The way he holds my heart
Is like the worlds most fragile flower, has finally found his sun
The way he holds my love
Is with two strong hands, it will take him a lifetime to know it all
The way he holds my life
Is with the warmest protection from the storms of our reality
The way he holds my world
Is with a power that I am certain he is unaware he possesses
The way I love him-is true and with purpose!

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