inas essa


Woven Hands


With woven hands we sat,
With a sailing mind of mine;
His lips were moving
With sweet words of love,
I heard them not
But felt warmth of your hands.
A simple melody poured moving on the heart,
Sensed its harmony deep inside,
I smiled with lips dipped in love,
And looked straight to the eyes;
He looked at my eyes
And saw you inside;
Our woven hands parted,
And still you are
In mind and heart of mine.

Submitted: Sunday, August 25, 2013
Edited: Monday, August 26, 2013

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