Your Hands Know Me

Your hands have always said so much.
They soothe, they guide, they gently show—
The love you never need to throw. They’ve seen me weak, they’ve felt me strong,
They’ve stayed when all else felt so wrong.
Each time they rest, I plainly see—
How well your hands have come to know me. I trust them more than any sound,
A silent bond that keeps me bound.
And through the years, they’ll always be—
The proof your hands still know all of me. — The PastLife]]>

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