In His Hands

His hands held mine at every chance,
They were warm, and mine were cold,  
We were perfect opposites, but essentially the same,
Together, we were happy, filled full of each other,
A bright warm glow like an orange-pink sun.

Time passed us by, sand flowing in an hourglass,
We grew together, spirits fusing, beauty fading,
Love was constant in his smile, in his eyes, in his kisses,
I had never been so happy, I had never been so precious,
Held gently in his hands.

Until day became dusk, twilight, then night,
It ended, we ended, I ended,
All alone, cold, empty as a glass,
Even the sun was ice,
Its rays twisting into greedy, grasping fingers.

Until I felt his hand, fingers,
Young, sure, and strong, wrapping around mine,
Warm, like it used to be, all over again,
I was loved, always loved, he said softly,
Leading me into the bright glowing sun.