When You Opened Your Hand

When you opened your hand and your fingers pressed

Into mine soft winds blew through.

When you opened your lips and that love confessed

How I thrilled to hear “I do!”

How I thrilled to hear “I do!”

 

When you closed your lips and pressed that love

Into mine with prayers imbued

In your open arms in love’s sweet embrace

I felt my worth anew.

I felt my worth anew.

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