
To hold your hands once more
Might be still you are looking out for me,Battling for our brilliant futureContinue To think that I'm in raindrops.Strolling on the shimmering street, holding your handsIn your kind gestures and love, bliss, and fulfilment.Of course, playing the waiting gameCounting Each and each snapshot of the drawn-out day,With my incredible longing.Perusing your sonnets and a few lettersThen, at that point, continue to stand by once more,To hold your hands once moreIn your kind gestures and love.Got the Calling for an obscure courseDon't have the foggiest idea about the limit of affectionWhere is the finish of the hopelessness?I found your spot on…