Through the years they loved holding hands…it made their love feel brand new.
Whenever they were asked why they answered…it’s just something that we do.
Crossing streets, at the movies…on long walks across the sands
If you are lucky enough to see them…you will see them holding hands.
But with age as her eyes began to weaken her vision was not as clear as it use to be..
she cried on her husbands shoulder thinking of all the beauty she’ll no longer see.
“Have I ever thanked you,” he asked, “for giving me the most wonderful surprise…
for allowing me to feel the world through your heart and see it through your eyes?”
“You taught me how to enjoy life…to look for happiness…to have fun…
to see the beauty in every day…in everything…and everyone.”
“If your eyes do turn off their light…then we’ll walk together in the wind and rain
I’ll describe everything I see…and in your mind…you’ll see them again…”
“I’ll describe every color…every rainbow…every shooting star that soars across the sky
every ladybug that lands upon your finger…every bird and butterfly.”
“I’ll describe every sunrise every morning
and the sky every evening when the sun bids the day adieu….
The colors of the leaves in autumn…every flower christened with morning dew.”
“I’ll describe everything I see…I’ll be explicit and precise…
I’ll help paint a picture your mind can see…of our walks in paradise.
“And now,” he said smiling and holding her near…
“when we walk along the sand…
ut’s just another reason they’ll see the two of us holding hands.”
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