Yourhands.

Your hands.
diligently working,
putting together
your next “masterpiece.”

Your hands.
strong,
yet slightly scarred,
telling stories
without words.

You hands.
intertwining with mine,
comforting and warm,
letting me know
you’re there.

Your hands.
pushing back my hair,
gently touching my face,
conveying emotions
that are hard to express.

Your hands.
familiar,
but still exciting,
bringing me back
from wherever I am.

Your hands.
cradling softly,
holding my heart…
for as long as you’d like…
holding my heart
in Your hands.