Weaved With These Hands

My hands are catalysts of creation.

I feel, I bind, I grow, and I love with these hands of mine.

My hands weave crowns of flowers and make twine and twig wed together.

It's all for you:  to place on your head, in your long curly hair.

I'll take the love that I was never given and give it to you.

Love you in ways that I was never loved, hold you and comfort you when I never was, and accept your flaws when mine were hated.

I'll takes these hands of mine and weave together the love I was never given, and the love you deserve to have.