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