Here is a revised version of the poem:
"Weathered Hands, Unwavering Love"
His hands may seem so rough and worn,
Yet cradle love since he was born.
Through work, through pain, through every test,
His love remains, so pure, so blessed.
A laborer's hands, a father's heart,
A love that's strong, and never departs.
Through every trial, through every strife,
His love endures, a guiding light in life.
The lines on his hands, the scars on his skin,
Tell stories of love, and a heart that wins.
A love that's raw, a love that's true,
A love that shines, in all he does anew.
-CORDELIA
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