Hand

 
Thank God for the hand
If not for its love
Where would I stand

Never a word of complain
Never says “No”
Keeps me from going insane

Every night we moan and play
Cry white tears of joy
Even in the middle of the day

My best friend all my life
Knows me better
than the unsuspecting wife

A confidant, a constant lover
When I am alone
Shyly hiding under the cover

Bold when I want or need
Yet gentle when
I watch or relax to read  

Thank God for the hand
That loves me
More than I can understand