Have you forgotten these hands?
These hands that comfort you.
They know hard labour.
They know how to give generously.
They have strength and they know weakness.
Have you no need of these hands anymore?
They sooth your pains,
And paint your joys with bright colors.
They know your weight,
And they hold you close,
When your sorrow is deepened,
By singing winds and dancing tress,
Rejoicing at your lose.
Don't you look at these hands anymore?
Although cracks on them may tell stories,
And dryness on them tell of harsh conditions,
They know nothing more but to bring you warmth,
To bring you comfort and relief.
They hold my tears.
They stretch out in seek of your embrace.
They fight and destroy in the height of your fears.
They are your beloved's in pairs.
Remember to love them.
Read the lines on them,
They relate stories of overwhelming compassion,
And joyfilled tears.
YOU ARE READING
To My Beloved(Poetry Book)
PoetryPoems to a Lover. " Say to me, That my love is the truth, And your doors are open to me. Bliss that has no words to define. Dreams that leave no darkness to hind sight."
