These hands, they hold the stories told,
Of love and life, of brave and bold.
They shape the world with touch so kind,
A gentle force, a heart designed.

These eyes, they see the world anew,
In shades of green, in skies of blue.
They capture moments, time in flight,
A window to the soul’s delight.

This heart, it beats with passion’s fire,
A rhythm born of deep desire.
It loves, it aches, it dreams, it cries,
A vessel where true spirit lies.

This mind, it weaves the thoughts so bright,
In realms of day, in dreams of night.
It questions, learns, it seeks the truth,
A beacon through the storm’s uncouth.