Give me your hand, I don’t want to follow,
I don’t want to lead, I want just to stand
Next to you, always, through joy and through sorrow,
Holding your hand, from the start till the end.
Across many miles and through many time zones,
Even through tears and unspeakable fears,
Even through life bringing all sort of nonsense,
Even through many troublesome years,
Even through endless questions and answers,
Happy hellos and bitter goodbyes,
Through all the excitement, adventures and chances,
Through the uncertainty, facts and lies.
Give me your hand, I want you to know it,
I’ll always remember our promise.
Wherever in life we will be going:
You. Me. Forever. Always.
To A. M
© Copyright: Люба Тихомирова, 2021
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