His hands are weathered,
calloused,
large,
heavy,
rough,
and strong,
His hands are skilled
they install flooring,
and build homes.
His hands have a mind of their own,
they massage away the worst pains,
and wipe away streaming tears.
His hands are solid,
they can fix cars
and break bones.
His hands are a comfort,
they touch my heart,
and give a sense of security.
His hands are warm,
Beautiful,
gentle,
patient,
Intuitive,
and
Strong.
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