Description: This poem was written in faith in answer to someone who asked why I don't live wild anymore. I hope it answered it satisfactorily.
It's also because I was more worried about being someone than the genuineness of the other person. So it's also a statement saying, ok god i'm done being hard headed, so we're gonna do it your way
Gentle Is The Hand -------------------------------------------
Gentle is the Hand
that formed a heart
to calm the storms
behind these deep green eyes.
Loving is the Hand
that molds her soul for mine,
the way she'll cup my face
as she kisses me.
Gracious is the Hand
that weaves her life
in the colors of my dreams,
and of fabric safe and warm.
Tender is the Hand
that lent her breath
to carry whispered pleasures
to my passion's dancing flame.
And steady is the Hand
that guides my path
to hands made for loving me,
that strain to touch me from within.
Submission Name: Gentle Is The Hand
