Your Hands


Your sweet hands are so gentle as they touch me soft and tender.
They have held me through my many tears; they have caressed with love.
These, oh these loving hands that you placed upon my heart.

These hands will I always, always remember.

For not one day goes by that I don’t feel the amorous affection of their touch.
Even when I am alone, and the miles keep us separated and apart.
I simply close my eyes now and see you; I see you with these my eyes of love.
For Leah, oh sweet Leah you’re always on my mind; you’re always, and I mean always in my heart.

J. Allen Wilson © 4/2008