In the gentle clasp of your hand,
A universe unfolds in silence,
Where words become whispers,
And time pauses its dance.

Fingers weave tales untold,
Of comfort and unspoken promises,
A tapestry of warmth and trust,
In moments shared, side by side.

The world fades into a soft blur,
As our hands speak a language,
Only hearts can understand,
In the rhythm of our touch.

Together we walk, hand in hand,
Through pathways of dreams and hopes,
Holding the essence of our bond,
In the quiet whisper of our entwined fingers.