I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I now live in Daytona Beach, Florida with my wonderful cat Sid.
Take my hand, my love,
let me pull you,
from the gloom of the room.
Outside the spring has come,
waiting just for you and me.
Together hand in hand,
down by the riverside.
There to greet the flowing river,
as seagulls flying overhead,
land on the waves –
to go bobbing along.
We can delight,
in the wildflowers,
starting to bloom,
along the banks
and in our delight –
we’ll go dancing with the spring breezes.
Take my hand,
as summer comes blowing in,
the skies are blue and clear again.
Let’s drift along country lanes,
into the shady land of forests,
where we walk along,
the path dappled by shadow and sunshine,
while the wind whistles,
through the tops of the pine trees.
We can sit side by side,
upon an old log,
listening to the sounds,
of the forest all around.
Hold hands and dream,
while forest streams gurgle
and somewhere beneath the mushroom caps –
forest fairies giggle.
Take my hand,
let me show you a summer night,
where night birds begin a symphony,
the moonbeams light the way,
while the wind blows night clouds by.
The night has magic,
just for you and me,
we can go slow dancing,
swaying in the night.
The scent of roses and jasmine,
upon the summer wind,
lost in a world of our own,
till the night fades away
and the morning sun rises in the sky.
Take my hand,
through all the seasons that come and go,
so that I will always feel your warmth,
forever beside me,
no matter what the season,
no matter what the reason,
hand in hand we always will drift through life,
for love has brought us together
and love will always keep us close,
all you ever have to do,
as another season rolls by is to –
take my hand…
© 2019 Gypsy Rose Lee
Gypsy Rose Lee (author) from Daytona Beach, Florida on June 15, 2019:
Thank you, Shyron and what a sad but wonderful memory.
Shyron E Shenko from Texas on June 12, 2019:
This brought a picture of my love and I, even though he was in pain he still held my hand and the last words he said to me were: "I love you more!" I loved it.
Gypsy Rose Lee (author) from Daytona Beach, Florida on June 12, 2019:
You're welcome, Thelma and glad you enjoyed.
You're welcome, Lorna
Thank you, Eric, Perhaps read her the poem and hold out your hand.
That is just wonderful DW., It was the same way for 20+ years with me and my husband.
DW Davis from Eastern NC on June 12, 2019:
31 years later, my wife and I still hold hands when we walk together.
Eric Dierker from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on June 12, 2019:
Every word a joy. Every picture wonderful. (I wish my wife liked to hold hands)
Lorna Lamon on June 12, 2019:
This paints such a romantic and beautiful picture of love and holding hands throughout life. Thank you for sharing.
Thelma Alberts from Germany and Philippines on June 11, 2019:
What a beautiful poem! I love this as well as the Beatles music I Want to Hold your Hands. Thanks for sharing this lovely poem and this wonderful song.