Hands of Love

You have very beautiful hands,

Strong, big, secure,

In their grasp, I find my place,

In their touch, I am sure.

The place on your chest is mine,

I discovered it, a hidden gem,

A sanctuary carved in time,

Where my heart beats with them.

But your hands... oh, your hands,

They invite me to live,

Each caress, a promise,

Each touch, a gift to give.

Your mole is mine,

I discovered it, a secret sign,

A tiny mark upon your skin,

A treasure that's divine.

Can you give it to me?

This symbol of our bond,

In its simplicity, I see

A love that grows beyond.

With every trace, every line,

In your hands, in your chest,

I find a love that's wholly mine,

In your embrace, I find my rest.