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THE MAGIC OF HOLDING HANDS
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The path from the
cabin door to the lake
is long and winding;
today it is being covered
with the drifting leaves
as nature changes clothes.
We finish our coffee,
choose a light sweater
for our casual walk
to the lake... the birds
are serenading us with
melodies and love calls
to one another... we hold
hands listening and feeling
the magic that flows over us.
Without saying a word
we both feel the sensual
connection between our hearts
created by the magic of holding hands.
How amazing are the ways
love is communicated by lovers.
May I take your hand?
The path from the
cabin door to the lake
is long and winding;
today it is being covered
with the drifting leaves
as nature changes clothes.
We finish our coffee,
choose a light sweater
for our casual walk
to the lake... the birds
are serenading us with
melodies and love calls
to one another... we hold
hands listening and feeling
the magic that flows over us.
Without saying a word
we both feel the sensual
connection between our hearts
created by the magic of holding hands.
How amazing are the ways
love is communicated by lovers.
May I take your hand?
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