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THE WAY YOU HOLD MY HAND
The way you hold my hand, the way you look at me,
The gentle touch of your hand on my face so tenderly
Speaks a thousand words of love, lets me sweetly know,
That my darling, I’m your Valentine and you love me so.
There is no need of roses red, or a precious diamond ring,
Just being close together is enough to make my heart sing,
Feel that special glow that shines bright when you come near,
How my glad heart rejoices when your loving voice I hear.
The way you hold my hand says ‘you are my true Valentine.’
The way that you look at me, tells me you’ll always be mine,
Your tender touch, loving smile, your melodic voice of love
To me is of greatest worth, sweeter than tones of a turtle dove.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson August 21, 2002