Our hands

I hold your hand inside my own
And trace the lines of blue
Painted by the years of life
In an artistic hue
The grooves upon your face unite
As lips turn up in smile
It's beautiful, this time with you
I settle for a while
We talk of faded days now gone
Bring life to them anew
Joyful times abound between
And sorrows retold too      
Though spoken not with lips we own
Our hearts whisper the truth
Moments here to hold a hand
Will always be too few

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