Hands

Never once in my short foolish life

Did I dream I’d be worthy of this.

The freeness of ended search, no more strife,

All love surrendered with bliss.

The hands that hold me never let go

They encircle me and pull me close.

As he touches me, time starts to slow,

His love is so much, grandiose.

Then when he leaves the worry returns

The fear and anxiety haunt me.

Dreams begin to fade, hope slowly burns,

Without him I am an amputee.

I know all too well this terror of the grim

I feel it every night when he goes.

I’m scared that something will happen to him,

And I’ll be left with memories and woes.

But then the next day those hands are here

They wrap around me once more.

The fear goes away, for as long as he’s near,

I’m just loved and safe and happy galore.