His Hands Poem by Loree Adams

How can I describe my love?
What images can I use?
Are words enough to justify
What you mean to me

His eyes crystal clear
With colors of the sea
They change to gray when times get stormy
And clear blue when he thinks of me

His hair a mess of curls
With no set shape or stand
They hide the sharpness of his neck
The strong nature of his chin

His hands are the best part
And no not for why you may think ;)
When they dance on guitar strings
Is when his heart can truly be seen

Although they have other jobs
The parts that I've described
His eyes, his chin, his loving hands
Is the medicine my life has prescribed

When his hands hold mine
My heart strings sing a song
A song of hope and love I have never sang
But it will go on and on

When times got tough and seas got rough
He always showed his love
But quickly my head took over
And hurt his lovely hands

The strings were broken for so long
As other hands tried to strum
But the song was never right
And my heart was finally done

It hasn't been long since I begged forgiveness
And I took your hands to heal
But already I hear the songbirds cheer
As the song has spun the wheel

We have a journey to take
Many obstacles to overcome
But one thing remains forever true
His hands, my heart they've won.