Eyes that dance with silent stories untold, Reflecting the stars in a cosmic embrace. A gentle gaze that breaks the…
Hands that speak in silent grace, Holding stories in their embrace, Fingers trace the lines of fate, In every touch,…
These hands, they speak a language old, In gentle touch, their stories unfold. A compass guiding through night and day,…
In the quiet chambers of the heart, Where whispers of dreams reside, Pulsing with the rhythm of hope, A gentle…
In the gentle curve of your hands, Lies the strength of mountains, The tenderness of a summer breeze, Guiding me…
These hands, they hold the stories told, Of love and life, of brave and bold. They shape the world with…
My eyes, windows to the soul’s depth, See the world in colors and shades, Reflecting the light of day and…
In the quiet grace of hands that weave, Threads of life, they gently cleave. Crafting dreams with silent might, Their…
Our hands, they craft the dreams we chase, With every touch, they leave their trace. Fingers weaving stories old and…
Hands that hold dreams, gentle and strong, They cradle hopes, guiding them along, Fingers tracing paths of destiny, In the…