Take My Hand

Miss you like the summer sun, Love you like a pretty flower, Think of you in passing breeze, Thoughts of you each passing hour. Searching through the stars at night, Longing for a sign to see, Holding on to memories tight, Your lovely face I long to see. Memories of a sandy beach, Distant views of boats so fine, Walking through long avenues, Your next to me, Your hand in mine. Where are you my precious one? Look on me from time to time, We will walk again my love, I will take your hand in mine. Jayne Louise Davies