• My fingers are soft, and delicate,
    While all of yours are strong and tough.
    You would never think mine too weak, and
    I would never think yours too rough.

    Mine skim lightly, and swiftly move
    Over your worn skin, and there they linger.
    You grasp mine gently, yet firmly,
    Heat radiating from every finger.

    With each caress I affirm my love -
    For your heart and mind and soul.
    Every moment you hold my hand, you
    Make me feel safe - in control.

    They are opposites, our intertwined
    Hands, yet they fit together perfectly.
    Our hands are completely different...
    But our hands do not decide you and me.