Hold the Hands

The flowers may have withered,

They smell no longer sweet,

The presents may have shattered

Into pieces at our feet

The suits that I am wearing

Have become prodigious in it's girth

The dress that once did sparkle

May no longer be of worth

The pictures might have faded

We might have lost our wedding bands

But none of it would have mattered to me

As long as we are holding hands

Those who were with us once

May no longer be with us on this day

The smiles that bloomed once for us

Have faded in the passage of time

The love we made in bed  passionately

 Is now nothing but a beautiful memory

The occurrences that once occurred 

Have become stories whose endings we forgot

But none of it would have mattered to me 

As long as we are holding hands

But here i stand beside the meadows

Under the oak tree where,

We carved our names with our hands

With a bunch of flowers that u loved

And a beer bottle on the hand 

You were supposed to hold

Alone, afraid, frozen and,

Desperately waiting for the day

I get to hold your hands once more