Touched By Your Hand
For a few months I stayed in that place
Every time I’m outdoor, I felt no worries;
Every time I go back alone,
Only you waiting for me to be home;
And while I’m waiting for someone to come,
All I can do is to touch your hand.
Your warm face can take away my tiredness
And as I looked straight into your eyes,
I’ve forgotten the sadness in life
And I feel fine with your give smile.
Every time I feel depressed, to you I compress
And I only stand in front of you just to touch your hand
Enable for me to have a peaceful mind.
Thank you Mama Mary
Because through your photograph
I feel that my heart touched by your hand,
And you leads me into life to think right…
Copyright © Rowena Velasco | Year Posted 2015
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