When I see your strong, clean hands
Around the steering wheel,
You can’t imagine what a pleasure
I am made to feel.
Your hands are like a picture
Of your strong and perfect soul,
And there is no other being
Whom I would rather know.
There are no stains beneath your nails
And none within your heart
You’re the one I love the best—
From whom I would not part;
And soon I’ll reach out for your hand
And marvel when I touch
The simple ring that tells me
You love me just as much.
By Betty L. Killebrew
Copyright May 30, 2005