Passion is woven between heart and soul,
each stitch simply combines your heart to mine.
Within the threads seem to lose its control,
becoming frayed, tattered, brittle, fine.
As each loop seals another one tighter,
a tender knot may try and hold us down.
Your the needle, I'm the thread, a true fighter,
combined with strength, a life anew was found.
Every new path of the needle and thread,
will lead us in direction of sweet love.
So gather up the loose ends off pains bed,
together we'll weave with strength from above.
So through the eye I slide, then loop around,
firm in grip your held, I won't let you down.
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