An Eternal Love Story

I was in his hands,they were soft.
I held his hands and took first steps.
I played with his hands.
They tickled me.
They beat me.
They caressed me.
With time, it changed.
They put mine into another.
At that moment they were calloused.
Now holding his within mine
They were wrinkled.
Cherishing the memories
I shared with him.
I held his, longing to hold it forever.


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