Our hands, they craft the dreams we chase,
With every touch, they leave their trace.
Fingers weaving stories old and new,
A dance of life in every hue.
Eyes, the windows to our soul,
Reflecting secrets, making us whole.
They see beyond the worldâs façade,
Capturing moments, tender and odd.
Feet, our roots, they ground us deep,
Carrying us through awake and sleep.
On paths unknown, they lead us far,
Guiding us under the moon and star.
Heart, the keeper of our love,
Beats in rhythm, gentle as a dove.
It whispers tales of joy and pain,
In its music, we find our gain.