The distance seems shorter when you’re with me,
It Marks the walk of togetherness as we.
Magnifies the little world to see,
And makes the time to flee.
Beholding the hands marks us,
To keep our bond as strong as a truss.
Silence whispering the love,
Makes the tie to grow tough.
Your presence in the surrounding,
Feels like an invisible bonding.
Your words can cure tragic,
Heals the injured soul with magic.