In my arms with all it’s charms. An intimate walk through life. Holding that person close. No further apart, than arm’s length apart.
We belong to this group called “1st fridays”. Once a month we get together with guitars in hand and sing folk songs. Our friend “Joe” does this tune well and it kinda says it all. “Dreaming” of love. Awakeful dream, a constant dream of that person.
I’m not talking about obsession. But a wanting of that person. A need fulfilled.
The proverbial “thunder bolt” You will know when it hits!
Dreams do come true, just kinda have to make them happen. Hard work… but worthwill endeavor.
“As we stroll along together,”as the song goes. “Holding hands,” is so important. You don’t want to hold that persons hand or be seen holding hands then you kinda need to relook the relationship. This applies to whether the relationship is new, or 35 plus years in the making.
BobbyD every winter has dry hands. Some years worse than others. That ability to look beyond the superfical is what keeps us together. Holding hands. Kinda simple but vital in a relationship.
Holding hand is very intimate. The person your holding hands with can only be one arm apart.
The simple act of being intimate through holding hands. Walking arm in arm. Hugging. Has kept our love the same or has deepened it for those 35 plus years of marriage.
So no matter what the relationship is think to you walk to go through time with that person holding hands? A simple question, for better or worse. Through sickness and through health. Holding hands!