The last thing I will forget of you
are your hands.
They are beauty to me,
for all that they do,
for all that they are.
Strong when at work,
yet light upon my cheek,
there is no fear in their touch.
When near, I am safe,
for those hands can rescue me,
or just remind me you are close.
How precious your hands are to me;
they are all that I want in this life.