Hands that speak in silent grace,
Holding stories in their embrace,
Fingers trace the lines of fate,
In every touch, they resonate.
Eyes that see beyond the veil,
Gazing where the dreams set sail,
In their depth, the secrets hide,
Worlds within them, open wide.
Ears that listen to the breeze,
Catching whispers through the trees,
Every note and every sigh,
Weaving songs that never die.
Lips that whisper tales untold,
Softly shaping words of gold,
In their murmur, truths unfold,
Echoes of the heart they hold.