New Poem - My Face is in Your Hands
MY face is in your hands
It understands the way you feel about it
The things you see when you look at it, and think of it when I’m not there
Behind my eyes are places where you’ve never been before
Your face is in my hands, you say it isn’t beautiful
But I know that you can feel it when I tell you that it is
The way it looks at me so steady
The way your eyes are always ready
Time has shown me that I’m glad I haven’t given up
Thanks to me for hanging in for you
It’s now the best that I can do
When every day is something new
I find myself making plans
Instead of watching where it lands
And all the time, your face
It understands
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Michael Wells - Songwriter / Blog
New Poem - My Face is in Your Hands
New Poem - My Face is in Your Hands MY face is in your hands
It understands the way you feel about it
The things you see when you look at it, and think of it when I’m not there
Behind my eyes are places where you’ve never been before
Your face is in my hands, you say it isn’t beautiful
But I know that you can feel it when I tell you that it is
The way it looks at me so steady
The way your eyes are always ready
Time has shown me that I’m glad I haven’t given up
Thanks to me for hanging in for you
It’s now the best that I can do
When every day is something new
I find myself making plans
Instead of watching where it lands
And all the time, your face
It understands
Reply