In the quiet dance of fingers intertwined,Hands speak in languages unknown,They whisper tales of dreams enshrined,A gentle touch, a world of their own.With every crease and line they bear,Stories of time etched deep within,Hands that build, create, and care,Holding lifeâs moments, thick and thin.They cradle the fragile hopes of tomorrow,Offer warmth in the coldest night,A silent promise to ease the sorrow,Guiding lost souls to the light.In their embrace, a universe lies hidden,Boundless love without a sound,Hands that hold the world, unbidden,In their grasp, true peace is found.