A Tapestry

In tribute to the grace of loving long
and well, I offer this, a simple rhyme
to spin our lives together as in song,
a tapestry, eternal, spun of time.

The narrow, cobbled, stony street we saw
where players danced and sang in days of yore
has yet to touch this lover’s feet. In awe
I realize that now I love you more.

A piece of steel upon a knap of flint
begets a spark that will, with luck, ignite
We came together as if heaven meant
to purge, for good, the dark abyss of night.

To warm my soul within this surging fire,
to fuel our love is all that I desire.