Holding Hands Love Poem!
I sit at my desk this morning,
turn my head from the computer,
and stare at my hands.
The aroma of hazelnut coffee,
swirls around me.
And I think—
My god, these hands have really accomplished.
They’ve done a million interesting and uninteresting things;
they’ve been to so many places.
Suddenly, I’m walking along the lake,
watching seagulls coast over the waves.
And then, with the softest of touches,
my hand is taken and I return to her.
The aroma of spring love
swirls around us.
I look over into her beautiful, adoring eyes,
and it occurs to me that simple pleasures
are nothing short