This poem was one I wrote for an ex lover.
My lover's hands is
like the glistening springtime
It is fully clothed
With light scented petals
And the warm skin of the silky moon
In the diamond skies
Dressed with the fountains of youth.
These are the very hands
That soaked up the tears
Of all my sorrows
And warmed my face with pearls of joy
A touch worth dreaming
A thousand dreams of eternal bliss
A fountain of serenity
Kissed by the constellations of heaven.
No rough thorns has graced
Its rosy tenderness
No raw work blots the traces of her palms
Her fingers painted with golden marrigolds
The honey buds waving by the ocean span.
Those hands has lipped the sobbing moon
Of all tomorrow
Those hands has kissed sweet the myrrh
Of all today
Those hands are the grace of a thousand
Its the warmest summer of all my days.
These are the very hands that thawed my fears
And cheered my face with a bright smile
For each day seems eternity
And each breath seems a lifetime of many moons
When embraced by my lover's hands.