| Hand-Eye Coordination Long fingers that might Dance across a piano, Or perhaps trace little, Beautiful patterns on Pale, ivory-white skin� Hands that would love, Hands that would hold, Secure me, assure me� Please, love me with Those elegant hands, if You cannot bear to love Me with your heart; Because I love you with My passionate heart - it Will never fail you, I Swear - though I cannot Bear to love you with My hands, that are tiny And rough, for lack of Care. Could your hands Make me soft again? Yes, I think they could. Skin so white, it's like Polished ivory, and Eyes rimmed in black, Hair falling over soft Shoulders in pools of What must be pure silk� She is darkness, and Beauty, and�love. It Is simple, because she Is everything, love, Hate, pleasure, pain� Yin and yang, black And white, and her Eyes reflect it all from Deep within her soul. She doesn't know, but I see. If only her eyes Would see me, see me For love, and love me At first sight. If only I Had the kind of eyes One loves with� love poems anonymous |