Palms are the eyes of the soul.
Lines of love and labor
All show different stories.
Fingertips feel while hands
Reach out in need of love.
Each vein, each freckle, each scar
Match up with your soulmate’s touch.
The way a wife’s hand
Fits perfectly within her husband’s.
A sign of unity as they intertwine
And love blooms from each fingertip.
Hand in hand a family walks
Creating one soul among them all.
A feeling of strength dashing to and through
The fingertips of each member.
An emergence of powerful love and unity
Has become of the love
That blossoms when hands intertwine.
~S. Weenie
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