"Strike One"

I looked once
I looked twice
In corners void
In silence and noise
For that perfect shape
With words of praise
In struggles strong
When all else was wrong

Till I found the hand
The hand lonely and dear
The hand far, yet near
Smeared with confidence bare
Smiling with a powerful stare
Who wanted to yell for help
A cry only heard by self

I held it once
I held it twice
Determined never to leave
Almost certain I wont grieve
Through the weathers few
With nothing to give in lieu
I watched it loosen the grip
And I knew one day it might slip

So I bought chains of gold
Gold binding yet discreet
Gold which wouldn't cheat
Tended it for weeks
With sun-kissed cherry cheeks
Kept my calm, blushed a little
Never letting it get brittle

I changed once
I changed twice
Stretching for another finger
And have feelings that linger
To be taken granted one day
But still have my say
In the same corners void
In the familiar silence and noise

Now the clock strikes again
Strikes a two
Strikes with questions true
I hold my breath, watch and wait
Wonder if it took the bait?
And will it grow for all to see
Grow old with me?