In the realm where words fall short,

A language known to heart and soul,

It’s the power of touch that tells a tale,

A symphony of emotions to unfold.

With fingertips, a gentle caress,

A healing balm, a soothing grace,

A touch can mend what words can’t reach,

Embracing wounds, leaving no trace.

It bridges gaps, connects the lost,

A tender gesture, a guiding light,

A touch can speak without a sound,

And make the darkest day turn bright.

It speaks of love, of warmth and care,

A hug that says “You’re not alone”,

A hand to hold in times of fear,

A touch that makes a house a home.

In laughter, tears, or silent pain,

A touch can speak volumes untold,

For in its gentle, empathetic grip,

Lies a power that can heal and mold.

So let us cherish this gift we share,

The magic that our hands can do,

For in the power of touch we find,

A language that speaks straight to the truth.