You Are My Hand

A Poetic Tribute to a Love Beyond Measure

Photo by Melchior Damu on Unsplash

In my hand, you’ve found your place,
In its flow, like rivers’ gentle embrace,
In the air, where the raindrops play,
In the clouds, where our feelings sway.

Etched in the flesh, engraved in the soul,
Entwined in its fibers, love takes control.
A part of my hand, you’ve grown to be,
In its veins, in the azure sky, where dreams are set free.

In its serenity, I see you there,
In its chaos, I feel you everywhere,
In its sorrow, in the silence it bears,
In its melancholy, a testament to the love we share.

I see you in the tears that descend,
From the lashes, where vulnerability attends,
I see you, my love, upon my hand at rest,
Like a child, who drifts to sleep, nestled on my chest.

A part of my hand, entwined in its fate,
Your name on its doors, eternally ornate,
Your visage, a masterpiece, on its terrain,
A memory we cherish, through joy and pain.