Hold me, dear ...

Hold my gaze and help me see
Those tender forms of mystery
That roam within your dark brown eyes,
Like small lost clouds upon the skies.

Hold my hand and help me tread
Those paths where stronger hands have bled,
Where blissful dreams have crying flown
From those who dared to walk alone.

Hold my heart and help me dream,
For though my life may tend to seem
As void of hopes as orphaned sighs,
Yet with your love I span the skies.