these are my arms and my heart.
like a broken rose...

These are my eyes
they are emptied and blind.
But oh this ache in my hand,
is healed by yours.
the leaves that fall resound in grace.
They remind me of surrender
to gravity...to hope...to seasons again.
because they know nothing else but this...

As do I know nothing else but you.
so much so that your hands make me feel,
your eyes make me see
and your heart makes me love again.