Ambivalence Memories : A Collection of Poems

Poetry Entry No. X : Burgundy

I hold your hands in mine,
a perfect fit, it seems
like two puzzle pieces
fitting together in a dream.

Your fingers entwine with mine
and we become one,
our hearts beating in time
as our love has just begun.

We stand hand in hand
as the world spins around,
the moments we share
are never to be found.

But as long as we hold on
to each other's hands,
our love will stay strong
and nothing can withstand it.

So let's keep holding on
to this precious moment,
our love will never be gone
as long as our hands are cemented.