Hands that hold dreams, gentle and strong,
They cradle hopes, guiding them along,
Fingers tracing paths of destiny,
In the realm of possibility.

Eyes that see stars in the darkest night,
They witness wonders, pure delight,
Reflecting the universe’s endless grace,
In every twinkle, a cosmic embrace.

Hearts that beat with love’s tender strain,
Pulsing with passion, joy, and pain,
In every throb, a story untold,
Of dreams and desires, brave and bold.

Lips that whisper secrets soft and true,
They speak of mysteries, old and new,
In every word, a promise lies,
Of endless love, beneath the skies.