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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416630" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Her Beautiful Hands</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your hands--they are strangely fair!<br>O Fair--for the jewels that sparkle there,--<br>Fair--for the witchery of the spell<br>That ivory keys alone can tell;<br>But when their delicate touches rest<br>Here in my own do I love them best,<br>As I clasp with eager, acquisitive spans<br>My glorious treasure of beautiful hands!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Marvelous--wonderful--beautiful hands!<br>They can coax roses to bloom in the strands<br>Of your brown tresses; and ribbons will twine,<br>Under mysterious touches of thine,<br>Into such knots as entangle the soul<br>And fetter the heart under such a control<br>As only the strength of my love understands--<br>My passionate love for your beautiful hands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As I remember the first fair touch<br>Of those beautiful hands that I love so much,<br>I seem to thrill as I then was thrilled,<br>Kissing the glove that I found unfilled--<br>When I met your gaze, and the queenly bow,<br>As you said to me, laughingly, 'Keep it now!' . . .<br>And dazed and alone in a dream I stand,<br>Kissing this ghost of your beautiful hand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When first I loved, in the long ago,<br>And held your hand as I told you so--<br>Pressed and caressed it and gave it a kiss<br>And said 'I could die for a hand like this!'<br>Little I dreamed love's fullness yet<br>Had to ripen when eyes were wet<br>And prayers were vain in their wild demands<br>For one warm touch of your beautiful hands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">. . . . . . . . .<br>Beautiful Hands!--O Beautiful Hands!<br>Could you reach out of the alien lands<br>Where you are lingering, and give me, to-night,<br>Only a touch--were it ever so light--<br>My heart were soothed, and my weary brain<br>Would lull itself into rest again;<br>For there is no solace the world commands<br>Like the caress of your beautiful hands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Whitcomb+Riley">James Whitcomb Riley</a><div class=q>
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O Fair--for the jewels that sparkle there,--
Fair--for the witchery of the spell
That ivory keys alone can tell;
But when their delicate touches rest
Here in my own do I love them best,
As I clasp with eager, a..."></div>
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