His hands, so strong,
pulled me close.
Closer than I should have been.
I can't fight it, I want it.
Those beautiful hands,
gently touched me where no one has.
His hands, they touched my heart.
My love is now laying,
in the palms of his these hands.
The hands that once protected me,
now expose me, hold me,
Open, vulnerable to his grasp.
Does he know that he holds the key to my soul,
to my everything?
Will his hands let go,
let my heart be free?
Or will he forever hold it,
in the palms of his hands,