Holding hands with mine,
We walked over the soft snow.
December nights are full of lights.
not the longest conversation we had,
but it was longing.
Sometimes insecurity wraps me up.
What if it is just a dream?
We sat on that park bench.
You put your hands around me.
Time didn't even let us notice,
when evening has welcomed the night.
Isn't it just so pretty?
How we held each other on that December night
YOU ARE READING
Amour et Poésie: Love in Verse
PoésieThis book is a collection of my poems. Some of them are written from the viewpoint of a teenage girl, capturing her dreams and romantic fantasies. Others are written from the perspective of a young woman who has moved past her teenage years, reminis...
