With our fingers entwined, <br />We do not mind, <br />Where we might be, <br />Or who might see, <br />How much we care, <br />How much we share, <br />This closeness so comfy, <br />For him and for me, <br />Here now on show, <br />Saying, I love you so. <br />So let's tell the world, <br />With our fingers curled <br />Within each other's hand, <br />That this joining was planned. <br />And we'll travel as one, <br />Into the setting sun. <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-joining/
