In my hand....... By: Nameless

I hold in my hand.
the hand of another.
The hand of a girl
that I love like no other.

We walk together,
alone in the night.
The only two people
under the moon's light.

The world seems so perfect,
as we walk along.
But after awhile,
I feel something's wrong.

I realize that she
hasn't spoken all night,
so I stop and ask
if everything's alright.

She says she is fine
and that I need not worry,
so we keep on walking
in no rush or hurry.

Now I'm confused
about how I should feel.
Does she not trust me?
Or is what she said real?

To make up my mind
I look in her eyes,
because those emerald spheres
can never hide lies.

Then in her eyes
I see all is fine,
and all of our problems
are illusions of mine.


Well... that's my first poem for this site... I hope you enjoy... Nameless