With trust, these fingers entwine
Warmth in touch they do find
Firmness, with which, together they hold 
The essence of each other's soul

Language, they have, of their own
To others, which is quite unknown!
With touch, they communicate
Alas! Now they have to wait

Hope! For one day they’d meet
Will hug each other and greet
The sparks through them would run 
The day, when they would be one.

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