In the gentle grip of our intertwined souls,
Fingers locked in a tender embrace,
We wander through the world, hand in hand,
With silent whispers only we understand.

Each step we take, a shared journey unfolds,
The warmth of your palm, a steady guide,
In the chaos of life, we find our calm,
Together, we are a poem, a psalm.

In the quiet moments, your touch speaks,
Of unspoken dreams and hopes we weave,
Our hands, a canvas of love’s pure art,
Painting stories that dwell within the heart.

Under the stars, where time softly fades,
Our hands hold fast, through night’s serenade,
A promise unbroken, a bond that remains,
In the gentle grip of love’s sweet chains.