Holding Hands

Beautiful thing..
Did you know
That I love you?
That your love, seals up all knots...
And that my arm, around my woman..
Brings me home..
And to rest.

You...
Run your fingers over mine...
Clasping my hand...
And I can not believe that you are not mine...
When you make yourself so.

You calm me...
Into ease,
Over,
You and me...I...I..
I...just love you...
Resting up now...
Once and for all...
As you want him to fade from me...
As he fades in drowning sorrows.

I...
Feel you...
Running your fingers over mine...
You are mine.
God...you are such a sweet dear wife..
And I do so...
Make you mine.

Use me.
As I let you..
Make you mine.