In moments of sorrow, a touch so gentle
Brings comfort and solace, eases the mental
A silent assurance, a word unspoken
A touch so tender, hearts not broken
In silence, the warmth of a hand on mine
Speaks volumes, like a whispered line
It weaves a tale of love and care
Erasing sorrow, beyond repair
A comforting touch, a balm for the soul
In moments of darkness, makes me whole
It offers solace, a gentle embrace
A soothing presence, a healing grace
Amidst the tears, the touch brings peace
Lifting the heart, granting release
A quiet reassurance, a beacon of light
Guiding me through sorrow’s darkest night
The touch, a language only hearts can speak
Conveying love, for the weary and weak
A simple gesture, yet it holds such power
Comforting in sorrow’s darkest hour