Hands that speak in silent grace,
Weaving tales in every trace.
Fingers brush against the sky,
Crafting dreams that never die.

Eyes that hold the universe’s gaze,
Reflecting stars in endless phase.
Through their depths, the stories flow,
Of worlds beyond what we know.

Heartbeats echo in the night,
Rhythms of life, pure and bright.
In every pulse, a secret song,
A melody where we belong.

Feet that wander paths unknown,
Carving trails where dreams have grown.
With every step, a new embrace,
A journey marked by time and space.