Blessed Hands And What The Hold.

Your Blessed Hands

You hold my heart in your hands, the hands that are strong enough to carry out my hearts demands.

God has given you golden gloves.
They hold my heart as a title to you and bring the piece, the doves.

You carry my heart so wherever you go, it goes.
You have taken my heart into your life, you have cherished it and dropped love into the pits and holes.

You have found the pieces to the puzzle of my heart,
and with your love you have glued them together and hopefully they will never fall apart.

Your hands and arms are around me when I am in pain,
because watching you leave feels like my heart is cloudy getting ready to rain.

Your left hand is what I caressed when for the first time I said " I Love You".
Your hands are what I'll hold no matter what we go through.
Let your blessed hands come together and pray for your desires to come true.

Because what you will notice is:
"Your blessed hands are what made us come through".

Poetry by Love Knight
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Written on 2006-06-18 at 23:08

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Kathy Lockhart
very nice and sweetly done. I love the tenderness, the gentleness of this poem. :) kathy

this was really good (y)
I loved it!
Love.. One good reason to live..
Keep on writing ;)
I'll be back :P lol ..