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Come Take My Hand

I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I now live in Daytona Beach, Florida. .


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,

we’ll wander,

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,

together swaying,

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

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