Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Hold My Hand

come along with me my love
we'll walk the hills and valleys of our youth
weaving daisy chains with wild roses
a crown for you and one for me

oh what dreams we'll dream
walking barefoot across the old stream
hand in hand as we have always been
side by side, we will face what comes our way

so come along with me my love
and we shall dream such dreams
give me your hand my dear
the best is yet to be
come along grow old with me


lissa said...

there is a feeling of joy and contentment in your words, it's quite pleasing to the ears

Andy Sewina said...

Yeah, love the love in this!

And that dream/stream rhyme, phew!

Missy said...

Wonderfully written! I'm a lover of Haiku too and Acrostics.

Stan Ski said...

this must be the top of most people's wish list.

Cassiopeia Rises said...

Thank you for your kind comments:



Stan. I am glad that you all liked my work.