The Blossoming Night

Your Hand

holding your hands in mine , I was born

feelings were awakening

the moment was more than fine 

breathing in your arms I began

Crying in your arms was what I did first

I smiled how you smiled and thought me 

my smile was found in yours

my blood was bound with yours

not a moment your love I didn't find

you came close

that's when I rose

holding your hands

on the floor ,I was

on my foot did I stand 

for the first time in play land

for you were my first friend

to you I became attached 

in your hands was I wrapped 

I was no longer trapped

my nightmares were not there any more

love was an environment from years ago

it was in after noon 

I saw you very soon

I was out of the school

in the home , where you used tools

I told you , I followed the rules

another child called me a fool

you told me to be cool

good job sticking to the rules

you two held my hands

pain of being away from friends

I went in the way of trends

university far away in Hollands

unwilling to leave your hands ,yet

it was was what you had done 

it had been whole two years

my eyes burst into tears at the sight of you

I want to hear your voice, only you

the solitude I can not bear

mom, dad today you are old

my hands you must hold

for you are who has told

the truth can not be sold