Nothing I Could Ever Write

Hands

I saw your hands
And I fell in love

They were big
In comparison
to my small ones

Your hand was so big
That it could be a galaxy
And mine could be a planet.

The lines are my orbit
The scars collisions
And the calluses like stars

I could trace the lines in your hand
Kissing the faults
Connecting the dots in the stars

And you could hold my hand
In the palms of yours
And Whisper to me

About your big plans for us
About how I'm yours
And about how youd keep me safe

Your hands wrote me a novel
And I was your audience
They told me of your struggles

Your past
Your pain

They told me you were a fighter

But only if needed
That you were a survivor
That you worked hard
for everything you loved

They told me who you are
Who you were
And now you ask me

"Dear, why do you love my hands?"
And this is my reason why
Your hands hold mine

Like gravity pulling tides
To the shore
they tell me stories

Of how you have held
How you have been
And how you have touched

Every bit of the world
That you set foot on
They tell me you are a man

They tell me you could love me
They tell me I am made
Specifically for you

And those hands were made
To hold mine