Please hold my hand.

September poetry sixteen. Old journal number two.

Please hold my hands.

Please hold my hands, please hold my heart.

Please kiss me so softly and make me believe in the heaven mist.

Let's walk near the sea together and

we can watch the star rise in the night and fall into the sea at dawn.

For you are my love love, dearest Amanda.

Hand in hand, we walked, the Big Sur beach and

I told you. I love being with you my dear love.

Every moment we share, become kind and sweet memories.

I am in awe of your beauty and your kindness.

I told her, together we have found the sea,

we have found the forest and you taught me.

Life isn't me.

Life is love, life is the sea and love is us.

Thank you for being with me.

I will love you today and I will love you more tomorrow.

I will hold you closer when the night overtake the day.

You taught me. Love can be so kind and sweet.

You looked at me with your wild hazel eyes and you tell me.

I will never love anyone, but you.

Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

"Life isn't me." More specifically, life isn't the negative, unpleasant events which we believe comprise it. It is, as the poem states, love and those who help us to see that love. But that all men could have Amandas in their lives.

[Coyote Poetry]

Few kind women in a lifetime. We must be lucky and return the kindness my friend. Thank you for reading and the comment.