The entangling of four fingers, forget the ball and glove, nothing better than the feelings you bring, asphyxiated with pure love. Lovely fingers I desire caressing, next to the cardinal holds the band, in this life you get my all, with the world in my hands.
When away parts are missing, trying to except this half a chest, your appearance needed every minute, as I cope doing my best. I cherish every second with you, your building a stronger man, to remember you prayed me here...the world in my hands.
These hands are old and damaged, been through hell a couple of times, the enduring pain that they carry, erase from your beautiful shine.
As your touch takes my breath, I'm your world's biggest fan, as you hold me...I hope you feel, the world in your hands.
He gives us tests and obstacles, expecting of our best, you give me breath and make me laugh, you fulfill this half a chest. Old and gray holding hands, so proud I never ran, everything you have perfected, giving me the world in my hands.
©️Kylelee
Britt you are my life....
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