When I hold your hand its with a firm grip,
Every grasp should be felt as my passion
As long as I do my best to not let that grip slip,
And I'm strong enough to not fall into my minds trip,
When you feel the warm inside my hands,
I hope that its clear to see the care there to show,
And no matter how stong my irrationality could ever get,
The truth of whats you and me ive allowed every chance for me to show,
Without that simple faith in you being able to know,
Even past my mistunderatood attempts for understanding,
I could never believe that what we have has so much potintal to grow.
©justin_ur
J