I Just Want to Hold You

Michael T. Smith

            The sound of chirping birds roused me from sleep. I open my eyes and see

sunlight streaming into our bedroom through the half opened blinds. I roll to my right and

look at my wife Ginny. She’s so beautiful.

            I think back to the day we first met. It was the day Ginny captured my heart. She

stepped through the arrival gate at the airport and into my arms. I held her for the first

time and knew, one day she’d be my wife.
            She sleeps as I continue to stare. Unable to restrain myself, I slide across the bed.

Still sleeping, she instinctively rolls to her side, allowing me to snuggle against her back.

My right arm slips under her pillow. My left stretches over her side and cups her to me.

            I hold her.

            I place my head next to hers, smelling her hair. My left hand rises and falls with

each breath she takes. My eyes close, as a sigh escapes my heart. Holding her, I feel more

warmth, comfort and completeness, than I have ever felt before.

            We hold each other every night, as we sleep. In the mornings, as I leave for work,

we hold each other and say, “I love you.”

            I arrive home from work. She’s always there to greet me with a smile.

            We hold.

            Later in the evening, we sit side-by-side.

            We hold         

            I pull Ginny tight to me - her skin smooth against mine. Another sigh escapes

me. The love I feel for Ginny makes me melt into her. Our bodies become one.

            Every day, hour, minute, and second I want to hold her. I’m not complete without

her. I thought I knew what love was, but I was wrong.

            I snuggle tight to her.

            This is love.

            Love is holding and never wanting to let go.

            Ginny, I just want to hold you.