In the quiet moments of twilight’s embrace,
Our hands find each other in a tender race.
Fingers weaving stories, silent and true,
In the language only our hearts knew.
As the world spins and rushes by,
We hold on tight, you and I.
A simple touch, yet so profound,
In each other’s presence, we are found.
Through stormy nights and sunny days,
Our linked hands guide us through the maze.
A bond unspoken, strong and deep,
Promises made in the grip we keep.
When words fail and eyes can’t see,
Your hand in mine is all I need.
Together we’ll face what life demands,
For there is magic in holding hands.