Holding Her Dear, Soft Hand

Sitting in the bright morning skies, the clouds white and glorious and she right by my side. O I hold her dear, soft hand and she turns her lovely face in my direction and my heart melts into an iron pot made for the evening passionate love and I kiss her upon those pink lips that bring such wonders to my imagination that turns into reality with a lean forward and the puckering of lips! Love such a wonderful thing, a single kiss that fuses two strangers together and two hearts, which soon become one! How love is such an adventure, how love brightens ones' days in their darkest hours. As we sit, watching the sun rise, and sun set we venture out into the wilds of stormy realities and I am not afraid of death; for I am holding her dear, soft hand. Her smile brightens such beauty in my soul and makes a blind man see, and a cripple walk, and stops an ocean from destroying a fishing village and keeps the demons at bay and watch the spirit walk amaying; such beauty, O she brings to me. Loving her, with a single kiss, a single, warm embrace a rose for each day of the week I am with her, a jewel for each month I am with her, and a single innocent and pure child for every year I am with her. As I hold gently her dear, soft hand I am not afraid of the dark secrets that lurk around dark corners of crowded and bustling evening walkways, and I hold her close to me, (I hold her close to my heart) and I smile, for happiness is such a beautiful gift and simple, yet glorious gift wrapped in gold wrapping paper and tied with a crimson bow put under the Christmas tree of my own heart kept for safe keeping there, and I retire to my bed of roses with her, gently holding her dear, soft hand! and we sleep together, like that and we dream of what is to come in the near, blessed future of our love together. Wearing the pearl necklace and that golden bracelet of such beauty that takes her smile and takes it sky high to a different place, unlike this one. We such two lovers in, sharing love, and I holding her dear, soft hand forever and ever.