A moment in time,
you held your hand in mine,
a gentle touch,
like the whisper in the wind,
hoping that it would never end.
But the touch that was strong,
and only for you it longed,
never believing you'd ever
do me wrong
I learned a hard lesson
from you another moment in time.
the day I stopped
holding your hand in mine.
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