To hold your hand

To grab onto the depth of your palm

Entrusted in mine

Eagerly standing beside you

Through the passages of time

The desire to trace your lips on mine

You are a pusle at midnight

Our love is vintage like aged wine

We play foosties

Ignoring calluses burrowed into a working man’s feet

We hold each other like the rainbows end

We are ocean deep

Overflowing with love that only we can see

Love always, Ayesha