In the silent symphony of hands, they speak without words,
Crafting love unseen, whispering secrets untold.
Fingers entwined, a language of their own,
Invisible threads, binding hearts and souls.

Calloused palms that tell tales of toil,
Soft caresses that heal and console.
Through the dance of touch, emotions unfold,
A tender brush, a firm clasp, stories retold.

In moments of joy, they clap and they cheer,
In times of sorrow, they wipe away tears.
Hands that hold on, hands that let go,
An unspoken promise, a silent echo.

From the cradle to the grave, they guide and protect,
In every gesture, a lifetime of respect.
In the tapestry of life, they leave their mark,
Hands that embrace, hands that embark.