The Joining

With our fingers entwined,
We do not mind,
Where we might be,
Or who might see,
How much we care,
How much we share,
This closeness so comfy,
For him and for me,
Here now on show,
Saying, I love you so.
So let's tell the world,
With our fingers curled
Within each other's hand,
That this joining was planned.
And we'll travel as one,
Into the setting sun.

© Ernestine Northover

by Ernestine Northover

Comments (4)

Hand in hand they stand.I love this one Ernestine, I almost feel as I am intruding on a personal moment, I feel like I should haved knocked first, Love Duncan
As you superbly demonstrate, the best love poems are those stripped of pretension.
E., You do run the full range of emotions when you write. From one poem about the chips on the table to this beautiful love poem....you are so very good. Scarlett
If this union of yours is gods plan Ernestine, then I think it is a very appropriate union indeed. I hope all is well with you and your dearly beloved other half. Beautiful poem 10 from Tai