His Hands Are Strong

His hands are strong,

he can build anything with them,

they can be quick when he wants them to be,

lift all the burdens he holds on his shoulders,

they can be soft and delicate enough to hold a child,

they can help give back life and even take it away,

they cup water when he is thirsty,

help feed him when he is hungry.

But the best thing he ever does with them,

is hold the hand of the one he loves.

And in that simple little gesture it means the world to him,

a small way to say he will never let her go,

hold her close and keep her safe,

a connection between the beat of his heart and hers.

Bone to bone, flesh on flesh, every inch reacting to each others,

the closest way for two souls to touch.

My hands are strong.