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You held my hand as we walked to the bus

From the Saville Theatre down towards the Strand

Oblivious to all that was not us;

You held my hand.

Today, fifty years on, I have not found

Anything which quickens me as much

As finger-tips when we're together, and

A sense that words can never offer such

Insight into love, nor as profound

A joy, as simply knowing your light touch.

You held my hand.

Brian Hick February 2011

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