Through Your Hands

My Love…
Having your love and devotion is more wealth that I dared ever imagine might be mine. Money, gold and diamonds seem so paltry in comparison to the riches love has brought. God touches me through your hands.

French Romantic movement poet, novelist, and dramatist Victor Hugo
Holding handsI met in the street
a very poor
young man
who was in love.
His hat was old,
his coat worn,
his cloak was out
at the elbows,
the water passed
through his shoes —
and the stars
through his soul.