Your hands are constant
Moving and prodding and exploring
Creating the most beautiful and meaningful gifts
Destroying the worse and decrepit of the world
Weathered from callouses and scars
Yet the most tender and gentle touch
Running through my hair and soothing sore muscles
Warmth pulses through even in the coldest, darkest times
Your voice is resilient
Piercing past the crowd of distractions in my mind
Muffling out thoughts of "I can't do it" or "I'm not worth it"
Whispering sweet nothings, somethings, and everythings that I keep close and cherish
Bouncy and childish at times
A low hum when you're serious or sleepy
While you're the loudest belting out songs and crooning tunes
Your silence can also be magnificently frightening
Your love is endless
As bountiful as the salt in the sea
For chosen family, friends, and community
For you and me
It knows no bounds, no limits
But just as plentiful as it runs
It does not bleed so freely
So as your own self is not forgotten
Your hands comfort, soothe, heal any wounds - tie up the most seemingly impossible problems
Your voice fights against injustice and refuses to stay silent for what you truly believe in and stand for
Your love brings me the utmost greatest happiness that I never knew could exist nor would I ever hope to experience in my life
I love your hands, your voice, your love, and I love you
To have the honour to stand by your side and hold you at night
All I can say is thank you.