Your Hand

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Written by Morgan

Your Hand

Your Hand,
Your most Beautiful, most Exquisite hand,
Reached for mine,
Not forcefully or with selfish intent,
As You stood Beside me,
Protectively,
Tenderly,
And when You Touched me,
When Your Hand took mine,
Enwrapping it, and me, in Warmth
That Reached into the Depths of me,
To my Very Soul,
You Filled me with Your Gentle Warmth,
Your Sweetest, Kindest nature,
That grasps not, but Gives in Fullness
Without Ever Speaking a Word,
And I Shall Never Be the Same.

~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Artwork by: Toni Grote

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