My Hands Poem by David Hunter

Alas! The hour of man
Stands before a woman!
Power lies within,
Let love take control.
Again! She gives ear,
I speak only once or twice.
My love is cold like the white snow,
But my kindness is warm like fire.
Whose is this gold band
That I have rested on my hand?
Its symbol of love
Marks only a name in print.
Where, oh, where
Did she find the great lint?
As I speak of her, I feel
My heart skip a beat!
Such a soundless touch
Of love when it jumps out of its seat!
I cradle the thought,
I let it rest on my hands.
I watch the woman
As she sleeps within my hands.
She prays, she prays
For her soul to keep.
Since I am man,
The great shepherd of sheep!