By Monica C. Voskamp

I feel your fingers clasp over mine.
I feel the warmth of your heart.
I feel the protection of your spirit.
I feel the goodness of your soul.

And I relax. I trust. I relinquish.

My hands. My heart. My body. My soul.  This I give. This I promise. This forever.

 I am yours.

Always hope. Always believe. Always love. ❤️

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