These Hands

This hand that you held,

It was extended to you.

That love that we had

Was a dream come true.

These eyes that could see you

For who you really are.

These lips, every night

Would wish upon a star.

But of all these

My hands are still the same as then.

They're still extended to you

With more love than there's ever been.

These hands will be waiting

To hold you when you're torn,

These hands will get rid of the pain

When it pricks you like a thorn.

They'll be patient until you finally see

That these hands will hold you for all eternity.