A hand that cares,

A hand that loves,

A hand that soothes,

And a hand that protects.

No matter what I do,

I am assured of the fact,

That holding my hands is my husband

Who loves me so much.

I will surely shed tears,

If I lose those hands.

I will cry buckets of them,

And will no longer be who I am.

I adore my husband’s hands

Which have loved me so much

And just looking at them

Keeps me,

Warm inside and out.