Gentle Hand
Be it possible to know love without first feeling the breaking of a heart. How do I describe this pain of heart's destruction; without the hand gentle which brings the hope. Can I explain that which like magic, vanishes with the breaking. How then to explain love, to those yet to feel the pain. Without hope, save the hand gentle, healing. Oh would that I would give to you a gift such as this. The gentle hand that heals; a softness that even demons fear. Fate thou art most cruel left to wander without knowing; will I find a hand such as this, again. Yet I do remember the touch of your hand, as the demons fled; in the darkness when you brought the light. Hear these words I give thee, should you meet one such as this, then indeed you are blessed. For your heart will know the touch; and wander you no more. For you have found love, and the touch real; as is the gentle hand.
©2010 Words the Windows to the Soul
Mark
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful you are right to find the right one to give your love to is a Blessing,
I know this come from your heart,
Take care
Sue
Lovely Poem, Glad you have found the light my friend
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, bro. Hope y'all are hunkered down as the weather bomb roars around your ears. It's causing havoc down here as well.
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