Working Hands, Loving Heart

For my blue-collar love, strong and true,
In work boots and sweat, he pushes through.
With hands that toil, with heart so bold,
He carries the weight of dreams untold.

From dawn till dusk, he labors hard,
Building our life, yard by yard.
His strength and grit, a steadfast guide,
In his arms, I find love's pride.

In greasy hands and rugged attire,
Lies a man I deeply admire.
My blue-collar husband, solid as steel,
In your embrace, my heart does heal.