In the quiet of the morning light,
Hands reach out, seeking warmth,
A gentle touch, a silent promise,
Binding souls with unseen threads.

Through the storms and gentle breezes,
Fingers entwine, holding steady,
A dance of strength and tenderness,
In every grasp, a story unfolds.

As twilight descends upon the world,
Hands resting, yet never apart,
In their stillness, whispers echo,
Of journeys shared and dreams embraced.

In the tapestry of life’s embrace,
Hands weave the fabric of connection,
Telling tales of love and courage,
In every clasp, a universe awakens.