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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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At one time we thought
That we might live in Harbledown
And travelled by Green Line
To Canterbury,
Wandering around the shops
And restaurants,
Sensing all was fine
And never for a moment in our bliss
Realising that real life
Might require employment,
Or at least a steady income
The lack of which might just quench
The fire of youthful hope;
But then of course young love
Is never bothered with the thought of cash,
Assuming it will follow in the wake
Of well laid plans
Which, later, may seem rash
But at the time were strong enough to bare
Romantic visions of a future shared.
Brian Hick 23.2.10
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