Holding hands

Holding hands and walking by,
As you share about your day,
With your naughty contagious smile,
Making me smile without fail.

Holding hands with you,
It looks like I am leading the way,
But it’s you who is leading,
Making me find my way.

You surprise me everyday,
Asking me about my day,
Never failing to notice a change,
Making me feel special.

~The End~

An Experimental attempt to put thoughts in writing by Monica Ingudam.