'Crimes of Passion' are mis-named.
They are anger gone amuck.
Hands weren't meant to hurt another,
But to give a tender touch.
Hands should comfort; hands should hold.
Hands should give, and hands should heal.
Hands impart life-giving hope,
That is how you know love's real.
Thank you, Bec. I don't often write about controversial or difficult issues, but every once in awhile I'll get an inspiration for such a poem. This particular issue occurs far too frequently. Real love builds the other person up- - It does not tear down or destroy.
Heart Touchingly Sewn! ! ! ! ! Sadly This Is, Often On News! ! ! ! ! ... Heart Breaking! ! ! ! ! But Awareness Should Be Made! ! ! ! ! .. It's Men And Women Now Days, All Different Ages! ! ! ! ! Turn To God And Pray! ! ! ! ! .. Thank You Ever So Much For Sharing! ! ! ! ! Endless 10S! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! +++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hands that save And Hands that kill Can you call that Man's free will? Very taken by your poem. Beautiful and just thoughts so very well and finely expressed.
Thank you, Sandra! :) I very much appreciate your comment!