I was originally going to post this shortly after midnight, but I decided that it utterly sucked. It was originally a quick short thing for my Creative Writing class, and I thought I might be able to work with it, but changed my mind. But I chopped it up and tried again, and I'm posting it now before I utterly lose confidence in my abilities. It's not at all romantic, and it still sucks, but I hope she appreciates it still...
The Hand
Joshua Mallory
A delicate shade of pink, but she will never know.
Nailbeds slightly worried, marking nervous habits.
It is a pillow-but not a doily pillow,
Though there are intricate lines etched around the edges.
Hardly delicate, it is a working pillow.
You can rest your head against it, not worrying if it will need straightening later.
It is a hand that invites one to lead, but only where it wants to go.
It reads the lines as she reads between the lines.
It is a hand that sees what the eyes do not.
Cautious, grasping, determined, experienced, steady.