MY HAND IN HER HAND

© RYAN GUILEY

A candle burns and shines,

As the wax drips down,

Nothing will be left behind,

Recalling that lace wedding gown.

Her arm wrapped around mine,

As she glows knowing she is fine,

Her expression tells our love story,

As she is an angel with almighty glory.

When she walks into the room,

Everyone just stares as she is in tune,

As I put my hand in her hand,

The music will play from the band.

Faith, a strong man will have,

Love, a pretty lady will desire,

It will lead to the right path,

As our souls ignite and are on fire.

The devotion and our admiration,

Leads right to the only channel,

With our gifted children of creation,

Loving her with so many sandals.

You know that I want to hold you,

As I am bursting like a volcano,

So many people will ask who?

It her, that makes everything flow.

Your touch seems like yesterday,

As you are always in my heart,

As I can hear you always say,

We will never be broken apart.

Another day passes and goes by,

You can tell in their brown eyes,

That they sparkle and are one of a kind,

As their hearts always will intertwine.