Side note: There’s something delicate about this piece. Beautifully written.
These tools,
forged and tempered.
Through determination,
resolve and strength.
These hands,
worn and sculpted.
Within the labyrinth of scars,
each telling a tale.
Your fingers,
treading softly,
caressing lovingly,
intertwining with mine.
Our hands,
destined, we embrace.
Interlocked, woven,
hand in hand, we walk.
