His grip was strong,
but tender,
and that’s how he held me,
firm in his grasp, but tender in his emotion.
But it wasn’t just how he held me,
it’s how he saw me.
His look was beyond flesh,
it looked past imperfections.
He just saw me,
for who I was,
under the shroud of my physical form.
He looked into me and,
as his hand held mine,
in that frozen moment,
I became lost in him.
His grip was strong, but tender,
and in that grasp,
now lies my heart.
polysyllabic profundities 
Beautiful, Susan.
Thank you, Jill. Hope you are enjoying your summer.
I am, thank you. I hope you are too, Susan. It’s hot hot hot here! 🙂
Same here!! I keep reminding myself it was -40 only a few short months ago. 😉
Yikes! Enjoy the warmth then. 🙂
simply beautiful ❤
Thank you.
So lovely, Susan xxxx
Thanks Dianne. I hope you are doing well. xx