Hands
Your hands are gentle but strong,
they keep me safe at night;
And when I feel attacked
they're there to help me fight.
Even when I dream great dreams,
your hands, they still appear.
They hold me close at night
to wipe away the fear.
Other nights, I dream of you
holding my hand in yours;
I look into your eyes
and never felt more sure.
I love the way I feel inside
when I know your hands are there;
when I know you're going to protect me
in a moment I could not bear.
Copyright © Amanda Quinn | Year Posted 2006
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