Going To Hold Your Hand When I Say This.

Harmful hands with honeyed words, a dangerous combo to date, so I learned. 

Hefty hands and a lack of words; Well that's a desolate curve I've onced observed. 

Healing hands and wise sometimes wobbly words, mostly perfect, rarely acute-  My favourite love of the three I've come to compute. 

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Words are hard, no one's perfect and meanings can get confused, sometimes we're sharp with what we say. But taking time to walk away and make up, is how we've managed to stay this way. <3