Holding Hands
The Sweetness of your hand makes me giggle like a rose bud,
So will you grip it till the death bed?

The spark of your eyes speaks to me to drown in it,
So will you let me to go into it?

The serinety of your smile brings a grace to my face,
So will you hold it for a little more while?

If YES to all of this, then come lets go along the moon to meet the souls of selenophile.
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