When I Hold Your Hand Poem by Melvin Delamente

You’re like a flower that blooms in the morning,
As the butterflies came and wants to hug you;
I hold your hand and I hold it tight,
And the greatest feeling came as fast as light.

I’m like a tod that wants to be always with you,
My heart cries when you’re not with me;
I feel angst as this is the last day,
Maybe tomorrow I died and the blast of lay.

We are the one, who understands it’s other,
And never expect that you will forgive me;
When I hold your hands I don’t want to return,
Co’z I feel like in heaven like facing a moon.