To stroll the long sandy beaches at the sea would be such a treat, holding your hand in mine. Feeling the warm breeze caress our face and arms as we walk and swing our joined hands would be a dream come true. Our feet in the ocean's brine as we pause for a quick kiss in the salty air, which lasts a little longer as our hands grip each other.
To swing in a hammock built for two with our fingers intertwined. Enjoying the scent of the lilacs in bloom as I lift your hand to my lips. What a delightful way to send an hour, lying side by side looking at the clouds with your hand in mine.
Scene after scene fills my mind, each with fingers interlaced as we hold hands in each. Yet this is but a wish for it is only I that wishes to hold your hand and gaze into your beautiful face. How I long to simply hold your hand in mine.