The cup of your hand
Meant to be filled with mine
It fits so neatly
It feels so right
Curve of your fingers
Soft, gentle, cradling
A treasure in your grasp
I have never felt more precious
More connected to this moment
I can see those hands changing
More wrinkles, ages spots
But it still feels the same
That precious hold
My hand in yours
That little intimacy
Of my heart in your hand