
To hold your hands once more
Might be still you are looking out for me, Battling for our brilliant future Continue To think that I'm in raindrops. Strolling on the shimmering street, holding your hands In your kind gestures and love, bliss, and fulfilment. Of course, playing the waiting game Counting Each and each snapshot of the drawn-out day, With my incredible longing. Perusing your sonnets and a few letters Then, at that point, continue to stand by once more, To hold your hands once more In your kind gestures and love. Got the Calling for an obscure course Don't have the foggiest idea about the…