Language of Hands

Language of Hands

You don’t write poems or speak in prose
But when you touch me, my heart knows
Each brush, each pause, a phrase so true
You say more with touch than voices do

In a world that talks too loud
You move through me without a sound

In the language of hands, I hear your soul
Every touch makes the broken whole
No need for lines, no script, no plans
You speak your love in the language of hands
And I understand

Your thumb against my trembling cheek
Says things that words could never speak
In silence, your fingers confess
Every fear, every hope I suppress

When the world forgets to care
You remind me you are there

In the language of hands, I hear your soul
Every touch makes the broken whole
No need for lines, no script, no plans
You speak your love in the language of hands
And I understand

Let your palms trace the truth in me
No translation, no uncertainty
We don’t talk — we just feel
And that makes it real

In the language of hands, hold me close
Say the things I need the most
In every stroke, a vow that stands
You love me loud in the language of hands
And I understand