In the gentle grip of togetherness,
Fingers weave like threads of fate,
A silent promise in the stillness,
Where hearts in rhythm resonate.
Beneath the sky, vast and endless,
We walk through paths untold,
Each step, a whisper of tenderness,
In the warmth that hands enfold.
The world may change its colors,
Seasons shift and winds may sway,
Yet in the clasp of our union,
The dawn forever holds its stay.
In this simple act of holding,
Lies a universe profound,
A bond unspoken, ever growing,
In the silence, love is found.