What is a Hand?

It was blind faith that lead you to me

The imperfection of sweet serenity

It was hope that tended our grasp

Kissing the tips of our tender hearts

And though we fall short on the path to hold

Together in time like flower we unfold

A soft brush, a firm grip, a stroke that exploded like a huntsman’s whip.

The sweetest connection yet to grow;

Newly found in the seed we sow.

In time you become my most trusted friend,

Mastering words without saying them.

Giving love by just being there,

Carrying the weight of time, mastering our fears.

What is a hand I ask? I must!

It is the strength of love and trust!