poetry

If I Could Hold Your Hand

There’s ten mosquito bites on my left leg,
And ten on the right to match them,
But even though they itch so bad,
I wouldn’t be able to scratch them,
If I could hold your hand.

There’s a mountain in the Smokies for climbing,
It’s tough but I think we can take it,
You don’t have to worry ’bout the drop-off,
I know in my heart you would make it,
If I could hold your hand.

There’s a darkness soon after the sun sets
That leaves our directions with only
A hope that we’ll locate the campsite.
You’d never be lost or be lonely,
If I could hold your hand.

There’s no telling what the future holds,
I don’t know what we’ll find at all,
But if it’s good or if it’s bad,
I know that I won’t mind at all,
If I could hold your hand.

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