CONVENTIONAL ROMANCE

We learn to walk by holding our parents' hands,

It's a comfort felt by people of every land.

But it was your hand that assured the hold for lifetime!!

I wanted to feel it too, just with you,

Yet I could not do so.

I was too hesitant,

As I feared losing you!

But to my sweetest delight,

You knew me better; from head to toe,

Better than I could say or show.

It was the first time you held my hand,

I could not wait any longer,

To hold it back, tight,

And experience eternal delight.

An escape from the worldly clutter for a while,

Something that constantly made me smile,

Again and again...every single time!

As your fingertips ran gently through my palm,

My soul rested in calm,

Blood gushed through each of my vein,

I could feel you all over my brain,

Effortlessly easing all my pains...

I was so red, numb and speechless,

All I could do was smile with happiness.

I could see nothing around.

Music played in my heart,

One, that knew no bound!!

Feeling your hands pressed against mine

Was a pleasure, nowhere else to be found,

It made me shine bright

With joy in my heart, reaching great heights.

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It was time to part, but I longed to stay.

Stay as long as the day,

As long as you would,

As long as I could,

As long as the world would be!!