My hands are the outlet to my heart. And if you touch them right, they’ll hold you forever. Through the nights of question, And the days of sun rays. If you touch my hands with care, with integrity, and sincerity, My heart will forever care for you.
And if you look at my eyes, with every portion of your heart shining through, love will guide us through any street or avenue. And our bodies will intertwine, our hands holding our future, on the nights we cheers red wine.
And if you trust my heart, with every breath you take, I’ll never hurt you, or give you reason to question my devotion to one heart, one lady, two hands, one smile, one mind, your love, in my life.
But right now the idea of us, is but a mere thought we play with. Floating in and out of our minds, or maybe just mine, through thoughts and text messages. And I smile, and I wonder, If we’ll chase this chance, take a passive, or an aggressive stance, and hand each other tickets to the main event.
I can’t shake the thoughts of you on my mind, consuming me constantly, like hands on skin, goose bumps that wake me when I’m weary, and your smile, that lights my day, when the sun hides behind the inversion of clouds. And I can’t really take your hands and tell you this, but I can write my mind, till I have it or lose it.
And I’m mesmerized by my options of strategies, I could drive there, pull over a mile away, get out of my car, and walk the rest of the way, just to relax my nerves before I knocked on your door. I could take your hands, and make you sit in the yard, and tell you that somewhere over the rainbow, lies both our dreams, wanna chase them with me?
I could tell you what your smile does to me, how it changes my day, my ideas, my ways, How it gives me happiness and hope. I could write out a compatibility survey, and ask you to check mark everything that’s similar to me. I could take you to the park, hold your hand, And tell you what I’m looking for in life, and how I feel like I’m holding on to it right now, each and every time that I hug you goodbye.
I could write you a letter and drop it in the mail. I could perch beneath your window and hold up signs, signs that say I’m falling in love with you. I could have a plane fly overhead, with a banner that screams I love you.
Or…..I could just do it my way.
I could wait for rain, and on that evening, I could take you with me, to a building. A balcony, where we’d be on top of the world, and we’d kiss in the rain, cleansed of our past, and ready for our future.
A spectacle, on a building, during rush hour traffic, but slightly before dusk. And as the rain passes, I’d point to the horizon, where a rainbow lights up the misty sky, and I could ask you if you believe in treasure, the type that lasts a lifetime, and lives in your heart.
I could ask you to embark on a journey. An adventure, where we’d hold hands, and neither of us would ever let go. I could tell you of my love for you, not just for your beauty, but for the very foundations, that even allow love to exist. Your voice, your touch, your kiss, your character, and your skillful ability, to push me to be a better person, every minute, of every hour.
And as the last of the evenings light faded, it would bring night, to our first moments as lovers. And I’d stand behind you, with my arms wrapped around you, our eyes both focused on the same horizon, that lay millions of miles in front of us. And before that night ended, I’d engrave your place on my heart, that would last forever.
And when we lay down in bed, I’d kiss your lips, and thank God for the miracle he gave me, And you’d fall asleep before me, and I’d kiss your forehead before I fell asleep. Morning would bring light, to the first day of our new life, and my happiness would hope you became my wife.
And although our love was our first gift, we’d join hands in marriage, in front of all those that believed in us, and as our love and careers progressed, we’d settle into a house that we’d make a home, and no matter the route life took us, we’d never be alone.
And as the very miracle that brought us together, God’s miracles would give our life another, in the form of a daughter, that started our family, and the mere birth of this baby girl, brought our hands even closer to heaven, as they wrapped around her.
And contrary to the rising statistics of divorce, our love would grow stronger with each passing year, because we believe in love, and we cherish it, protect it, hold onto it, and value it.
But this is all just a dream. It isn’t reality. We haven’t stood on that balcony. We haven’t kissed in the rain. We haven’t joined hands or hearts. We haven’t spoke words of love.
But that doesn’t mean it couldn’t happen. And it’s that very dream that I’ll chase. Until the day it happens.
And we stand on that balcony. And we kiss in the rain. And we join hands and hearts. And we speak words of love. And my Valentine, becomes mine.
Cheers, Adam
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