Love Thread

Tying the knot one becomes two frayed we're not pink intertwined with blue don't let it slip away the cut will run deep dyed in array with a natural sweep a needle in a field of cotton soft with a solid feel laying on laps not sodden overlapping the steel painless though pricked dropping blood of sanctity throbbing hearts through conflict clasping pins tangled in humanity embroidered with souls touched by everlasting design I reach for decoration clutched forever to twine