My Memories Of You

This was one of my first attempts to articulate some of my first memories of my wife.

When I closed my eyes, you found me.
When you took my hand, I was at peace.
When I was lost, you made me feel at home.
When you were still, my heart was moved.
When I proposed, your breath was stopped.
When you said yes, I was full of hope.

When we walk, we hold hands.
When we talk, we hold minds.
When we look, we hold hearts.
When we kiss, we hold breaths.
When we part, we hold thoughts.
When we unite, we hold each other.

God granted me no greater gift than you.