Many Hands, Many Faces

Among many hands

That I have ever touched,

Soft, able and pretty;

None has ever carried

Scars of many burdens

Or dug through trenches

Of countless pitfalls

That life brought on

Like your hands did.

Among many faces

That I have ever seen,

Beautiful and shining;

None refracted the light

To the colours that

I was in love with

Or reflected on the traces

Of my fading existence

Like your face did.

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