Two Hands Knit as One

I just read a quote by C.S. Lewis:

"There is no safe investment. To love at all is to be vulnerable." 

Every time I open my heart to someone I feel that vulnerability; yet, I am always excited at the chance of a new start. Today I find myself at that point again: vulnerable and excited; nervous just to hold a girl's hand. I'm amazed every time I reach for her and she reaches for me in return. There's something beautiful about when two hands meet. Something I tried to capture in this poem...

Two Hands Knit as One 

I stick out my hand

alone, vulnerable in the air,

Yet I don’t look back,

though I have my doubts

that your hand will meet it there.

I feel a touch;

a warm, inviting ray of sun.

Words and song can’t tell

the love of souls uniting

when our two hands knit as one.

                 Jack Shirley