Her Hands, My Arm !
Her Hands, My Arm !1 min 12.2K 1 min 12.2K
It was a matter of a single touch,
And eyes full of charm,
Before I could think much,
Her hands were on my arm!
She spoke little otherwise,
But expressed too much with her eyes.
Love was all I could feel, through her hands on my arm!
I couldn't remember the familiar feeling,
With care and love, hands both cold and warm,
She was reminding me of a forgotten someone,
With her hands on my arm!
Neither she looked nor talked like my granny,
It was her touch that made me think.
She had come to me for her disease,
But I was the one who began to heal,
With her hands on my arm...