Your Strands of Hair Hold Me
[by Dr.Who3]

Your strands of hair hold me 
more surely than irons
as they pass across your face
partly hiding mysterious eyes
as you peer into my soul.

Your strands of hair hold me
entranced, as they touch my face
when I awake to find you 
looking down into my heart.

Your strands of hair hold me
by your side,
when they blow in the wind
as you walk in the afternoon light.

Your strands of hair hold me
in silence,
amazed at the shadows they cast
as we touch in the last moment 
of sunset.

Your strands of hair hold me,
tickling me lightly
in the warmth of the night
as I finally slide contentedly into dreams.

Your strands of hair hold me
entranced, as they touch my face
when I awake to find you 
looking down into my heart.