Her Hand

I love this girl I just can't tell her but its killing me inside... She just doesn't know it...

To make for her hand seems too bold
It rests alone; how I wish it was mine to hold
To keep my heart warm and ward away the cold
And melt the ice for so long I have polished
When feeling her warmth the icy case would be demolished
But if only my doubts would be abolished
When hungering pain that lingers out of sight
Within my heart so devoid of light
I crave to hold her close tonight
As The angelic beauty that takes its form
With wings of splendor, and rays so warm
Frees me, yet escapes me in a single swarm
That takes hold of me and freezes me still
Not in ice or that which is ill
But of what deters my very own will
It is the simple fear that love is lost
I just wish she knew I would pay any cost
To hold her tight against the frost-
But If I could find it within myself to tell her these words
How My heart would leap and fly over holy birds
And sing a song that would beat in thirds
Her hand would be mine to hold fast
And I would know this love would always last.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A very sweet poem...:)

[Trent Files]

Thank you :)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)