When Love Shook My Hand

When love shook my hand It was a memory waiting to happen, For love entered and begun to fashion. A desire so warm it made my heart, Flutter with excitement just to start. That warmth only loves maturity brings At a time when love shouts to sing. When love shook my hand, It formed its opinion and made me stand. With the strongest will I'll need to, Conquer hates fate so love will stand true. For if from loneliness I see pride, I'll know love will forever have cried. There, I will be waiting in line, Like an hour glass spilling time, A time that will feed my soul, When comfort enjoys its only goal. So if love ever shakes your hand, Thank patience for love is grand.