It could be anytime, anywhere
When I hold your hand, I disappear
Into your world, into your world
Into your perfect world of love
Spinning, twirling, whirling by
All the moments of my life flying by
Until I hold your hand and time seems to stand still
In your perfect world of love
So many days, in so many ways
I feel lost and it’s you I’m calling
And when I hold your hand, I find myself freely falling
Into your perfect world of love
Category: Poetry