Weathered story

Softest at the beginning

And hardened slightly each day

Callused by their creation

Scars tattooed by fate's dismay

Extended to another

In such a tender embrace

As eyes meet and souls mingle

Before parting with no trace

So nimble are these fingers

Conveying both love and hate

Capable of destroying

All the wonders they create

Weathering beneath the strain

Skin grows wrinkled and thin

Every day invaluable

As time chooses to weigh in

Clasped between those warm with life

Another goes limp and cold

But the story only ends

When tales are no longer told