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First Hand
the greatest joy Love can give
is not thunder,
not fire,
but the first time
your hand finds mine.
suddenly the world contracts
to that single point of contact—
skin against skin,
a current passing,
a vow unspoken.
no words are needed.
the hand says everything:
I am here,
I am yours,
we are no longer alone.
and though later
there may be kisses,
tears,
even silence—
it is this first touch
that remains,
the quiet proof
that love has begun.
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