The Touch

Velvety skin soft to the touch
He never imagined he'd love it so much
When he touched her hand

Surrounded by his drawn up to his face
Asking forever to share her space
He touched her hand

Lifting the ring with loving care
Trembling as he placed it there
He touched her hand

In the midst of her body swollen with love
Underneath his as they felt every move
He touched her hand

Watching his queen in the glow of the flame
Weep as their princess changed her name
He touched her hand

Placed on her chest in the final fold
Vowing he'd never consider it cold
For the last time
He touched her hand

by Myra Jefferson

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Very moving; very affecting refrain ('he touched her hand') through the stages of their love...... I will tell others about your poetry.