Handprints

by Tracie   Jul 17, 2006


Your handprint is stained on all that is me.
Only we know,
No one else can see.
One hand under my neck,
One under my torso.
You hold me tight,
Promising never to let go.
And when you do,
Your handprint is stained on all that is me.
Only we know,
No one else can see.
When your body is on top of mine,
I feel your joy and pain.
All your loss and gain.
I know you inside and out.
And i always forget,
Ive stained my prints on you.
So no matter what we go through,
Youre mine...so purely true.

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