Gentle Hands
Gentle Hands
I love your hands, so firm, so small,
Gentle touch that makes me fall.
Hair that frames your brow just right,
Nails so clean, a lovely sight.
When you touch, I feel so light,
Grow quiet, happy, day and night.
If I could shrink to fit your palm,
Lie there safe, away from harm.
Curled up close, I'd stay so near,
Always there, no need to fear.
Even if you forget someday,
I'd be with you, come what may.
