Those quiet moments when I hold your hand,
That place of peace where words dare not intrude;
No human moment ever stood so grand
As in that simple lovers’ interlude.
For what to say when hearts soft meld as one,
Firm, constant, ever hailed by passing time,
A proof here trusted as the day borne sun
Full knowing I am yours and you are mine.
What greater tribute to the steadfast soul,
That proud commitment lived to life beyond;
So even when dank earth shall close life’s coil,
The thud of dirt can never dull the song;
Here mark me blessed, your touch alone gives proof —
Love’s simple graces can a world so move.

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