Holding Hands in Sunshine
We were together always in spirit,
Holding hands and strolling along.
Taking in the sights of London,
Making love as the sun shone bright.
Every passing stranger remarked,
How love was in your eyes.
As we would wander aimlessly,
Because we knew the tranquillity of lovers.
The miles rolled by lazily,
We became intoxicated by freedom.
Here no days came to oppress us,
The life in our hands was good.
And then you whispered joy,
Those immortal words of happiness.
Had you measured or love,
By the power within my hands?