I used to chase people like a child chases the moon. Then you came along, your subtle entrance made me go from chasing to floating on every cloud I saw. The child who used to chase the moon became a woman. Who now likes staying still in front of a love she waited so long ...

What are your hands really for? What are a pair of hands true purpose? My hands are there to hold you at your weakest; to hold you at your strongest. Turn my palms into cups so that they catch the tears you shed.    My fingers will act as ties to keep you from going ...