The touch of a gloved hand
It all started out with a chance meeting,
a messige left on a space just for you,
same school, same intrests.
A meeting promised,
a spark of intrest,
with a simple touch of a gloved hand.
Friendship grew and prospered
with a twang of jelousy,
but friendship kept one the less.
Laughter and joy
then a twang of regret.
A move to a diffrent setting,
contact kept,
Friendship prosperedm
all because the touch of a gloved hand.
A late im conversation,
a promise to call
friendship prospered through it all.
A simple conversation,
started of friends
continious truths of beauty,
caused an equivlient exchange.
Red tinted cheeks,
continuos laugher,
questions asked and answered.
Yes on both sides,
a question,
about the next time a visit would be planed,
and a movie.
A bashful yes,
more laughter,
more tinting,
more questions.
An inocent, mubled question,
a trutfull reply.
A question in return,
a bashfull, giggled hai.
A bedtime goodnight,
to a once friend,
and now beloved.
