short story of me: poetry, under the grip of your hands

Under The Grip of Your Hands

This is the first time,

I felt the romantic fabric,

 That is with you..
Because with you here,

I can excite affection and attention that I have
Because with you are,

I understand what is the meaning of gives and sincerity..

May be, that’s the reason,

why I find it hard to avoid of you,
shortly after you’ve disappeared from me,

I do not know anymore,

to whom I have to poured love and attention that I have..

May be, that’s the reason,

why I still want to retain you,

to remain in my heart
even though I know, we're not as good as before,
or even never come back as good as it used to be again..

You’re really impressed me,
You gave my life on the sensitivity,
And you give me provide a place

For love and sincere concern that I have,
Because you're the place only then,

For my new stream of love and attention that..

My burden is piercing felts increasingly,

When I have to feel and remember the past of us,
Even though I know, it's all were happening ..
Who knows how long I always remember all of that,

Until the boredom came to me,

Eevery morning that I started my life,when I open my eyes..

I want to forget about everything of us,

under the grip of your hands,

amid the difficulties of me,

to be able to reach you come back for me again….