I'd gladly sacrifice them all, <br />the fire engine and the teddybear, <br />one of the 38 peacemaker colts <br />and fourteen cowboy suits, <br />the spinning top from Grandma <br />and the skis, as well as those contraptions <br />that would cut into the leather of our boots, <br />we'd float across the ice; the Bowie knife <br />at fourteen years, and then the twenty-two, <br />three speeds, it was the envy of all bikes, <br />I can't remember all, though it was grand, <br />I still get wobbly in the knees at Christmas time. <br />For you, my love, I'd give them all, <br />I'd also though reluctantly abandon it, <br />the other colt, for being close to you, <br />in fact for holding your delicious little hand.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/your-hand-4/
