Your hands

A tear falls from my cheek
And your hands gracefully raise to catch them.
The same hands that stroke my face
And run through my hair.
Ones that caress me
And reach into my inner soul.
The same hands that hold mine
And pull me closer to you.
Hands that mold me
And complete the person I am.
The same hands that don't let go even when I want them to;
That are there to catch me every time I fall.
The hands that show me not the "right way"
But a different way.
Ones that show tenderness and love
When most needed.
Hands that never give up
And lift me up when I am down.
The ones that embrace me
To show me you care.
hands that are always there in times of need
Your hands that will some day be forever mine.