Your HandA Poem by GillzyI even love his hands, it must be real.
Your hand, I trace Fingertip to fingertop. I feel your print, I feel your soul. Observe each crease, each cut, each nail. The beauty is the detail Which can only be observed By me.
Your hand, Traces me, Fingertip to face. I feel your warmth, I feel your love. Carressing every inch, every feature, every edge. The tenderness is a feeling Which can only be given By you.
Your hand, On my side, Giving reassurance. I feel your presence, I feel your guidance. Enjoying every moment, Every whisper, Every kiss. Being with you is a safety Which can only be felt By me. © 2008 GillzyReviews
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6 Reviews Added on August 6, 2008 AuthorGillzyScotland, United KingdomAboutThings I have realised: My mother really is the best friend I'll ever have. Too much alcohol causes some people to be something they aren't, and that includes myself. That love, no matter wha.. more..Writing
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