Your Palms and Fingers
We stood separated by the fence,
Most of our early days were stolen moments:
Your mom would not let go of her gem:
I had fallen for your palms and fingers,
So soft and velvet, a handshake
Across the fence made perfect sense:
Through the years your palms and fingers
Have carressed my body, heart and soul;
Done wonderful work for my people
Be some of them as ungrateful as they can:
Each day I pray that God bless their work;
Grant them abundance and expansion:
Oooops, I fell for your velvet palms and fingers
And I was not mistaken, neither misled.
It was real inspiration,
The work of your gentle hands
Continue to show me,
That your palms and fingers
Are the eyes of your heart:
Soft as wool, rugged like diamond;
It's in the works, not the mouth.
I love you!
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