My hands may not be the softest
and probably a little rough,
but for you
they are gentle enough
to pull you in
and hold you close
to make you feel like home.

My lips may not be Snow White red
and probably a little chapped,
but for you
they are pure enough
to say “I love you”
and smile timidly
to make you feel secure.

My legs may not be the skinniest
and probably a little scarred,
but for you
they are strong enough
to march a thousand miles to where you are
and a thousand miles more
to explore the world with you.

—  For You // n.t.t.