Eyes like windows to the soul,
Reflecting dreams, stories untold,
Gazing into the depths of light,
They reveal the heart’s delight.

Hands that cradle, hands that mend,
The gentle touch of a friend,
Crafting worlds in tender embrace,
They hold the power of grace.

Feet that wander far and near,
Treading paths without fear,
With every step, they chart the way,
Carrying us through night and day.

Heart that beats with love and pain,
In its rhythm, we remain,
A silent drum, a constant song,
It keeps us moving, makes us strong.