The shaking hands, are your so hold as we cross the street.

These arms, are yours to be embraced with to say hello.

These fingers, are yours to gently brush your hair back with.

These eyes, are yours to be admired by even on your darkest days.

These lips, are yours to be softly kiss by and to be told how much I love you.

These legs, are yours to dance in the basement with during a party.

These ears, are yours to listen to your stories and all about your day.

I’m all yours.