Everyday Touches

Your hands, peeling oranges, tenderly slow,

fingertips dusted with zest, brightened in glow.

Each careful motion, a rhythm we know,

you weave simple magic, a softness in flow.

The juice drips like sunlight, pooling on wood,

reminding me always of comfort and good.

In the mundane moments, I see love unfold,

your hands tell a story more precious than gold.