Take My Hand.
The October fog surrounds the house.
As you sit next to me, you reach out to hold my hand.
Slowly the space on the couch seems smaller,
I can’t focus on anything else but you.
With each breath I take in, I feel the world around us disappear.
This can’t be reality but a fairytale.
You’re my prince charming, and we will write our own fairytale.
It will tell the tale about a girl and a boy sitting by the fire, in a house,
with every kiss; all the hurt from the past slowly disappears.
Next to you is where I sit, only acknowledging the warmth and comfort of your hand.
This is where all my fears and insecurities begin to fade away, leaving only me and you.
When you hold me in your arms, I feel so precious and small.
You’re the lion and I’m the little lamb, so very small.
Before you came in to my life, it was as if I was a princess waiting for her prince to come and complete the tale.
Many people don’t understand what it is that makes me like you,
could it be the way you make me feel so safe in this house?
As I walk from room to room holding your hand,
all the shadows that scare me begin to disappear.
You told me there was a story your mother used to tell you to make the monsters disappear.
Whenever you speak about her, you always smile like a child; acting so giddy and small.
I can picture your mother’s hands holding your little hands.
You also told me your mother used to tell you Spanish fairytales,
and then you would be the story teller around the house.
When you speak about your life experiences, I get to see the real you.
From the first time I met you,
you’re something I wouldn’t have chosen but that soon disappeared.
The more we walk around together in this house,
the distance between us becomes smaller.
Slower and slower the pieces fit, and becomes the long awaited fairytale.
Protect my little hands with your strong hands.
From the moment you touched my face with your hand,
I knew that I would spend the rest of my days with you.
Darling, we have completed our search for the perfect fairytale.
And now all the monsters in our lives have disappeared,
leaving only a bright path where success doesn’t seem so small.
Together we will stay in this house.
From the moment we entered this house, I knew what I felt from just holding your hand.
That the feeling was not small, but that I only wanted to be with you.
This relationship will never disappear, but will have a happy ending like every fairytale.