Meant to Be Held

You walk with grace, with no disguise,
A gentle truth behind your eyes.
And when I’m close, I understand,
That I was meant to hold your hand.
The universe aligned for this,
For every smile, for every kiss.
We’re meant to be held, to never let go,
Like rivers that find the sea they know.
No fear, no doubt, no need to run,
In your love, I’ve just begun.