What is love but a mere idea?
Making sense of misunderstood hate
Unexplained reason for war
Ripping the fabric of our life to shreds
“so you can thread a needle”
What I want to know is, can you sew
Through thick seems, without a thimble
Without breaking the needle
Without a prick or stick
Blood on your fingertips
Staining the cloth old and eaten by moths
Should this tale breathe life into theses flames
Warmed by love, fire is my name
Hot I must remain, drink if you must
But, quench me not