YOUR HAND
any hand but I can grab hold.
have been hands guided me then drop me.
Hand that gives, then takes me.
Hand in hand, and I settlement.
But when the hand that holds me, takes me without fear
is when I feel that in the same God is holding my hand.
And there are no barriers, concerns, or fear, if that hand is yours
and subjected her I go.
Your hand that holds me firm but does not hurt me.
Your hand that accompanies me when I'm happy or when I'm crying.
Your tender hand to touch my hair disheveled.
Your hand that has managed to dry my tears rolling.
Your hand, I remember filling up a tight chest.
Your hand, my joy for the love saved.
Your hand I appreciated everything you've given.
your hand forever ... two intertwined.
Coqueta
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