I let the wind whisper past my ears
gently caressing my face, carefully stroking my neck,
and patiently waiting for your hair to fly back.
are my hands like the gentle wind,
steadfastly carrying your beauty to face me, delicately wiping the old tears from your cheeks,
and most gratefully spreading my arms for the final embrace?

I let the rain wash my mane
kindly washing my filth, boldly unfolding my exteriors,
and meekly waiting for the cleansing of my soul.
are my hands like the gentle stream,
perpetually carrying manna to strengthen you, constantly enriching the poor heart,
and most thankfully joining my hands for the thanksgiving prayer?

when love spreads into her tributaries,
love still comes from an original source
thousand streams to many beneficiaries
one love with an unlimited resource.

are my hands like eternal love?
gentle, careful, patient, steadfast, delicate, grateful, kind, bold, meek, perpetual, constant, thankful?
are my hands mine.