From My Left Hand to You

My love, This hand — my left one. writes my poems for you, paints the colors I see in your smile, and holds the strength that keeps me moving. It’s the same hand that guides my football, the curve of my passes, the way I play like the ball knows where to go. Every word I write, every picture I draw, every goal I score somehow, they all point back to you. So today, the world says it’s my day… but in my heart, every day is our day. Because my left hand may hold my skill, but it’s your love that gives it purpose.