A thread is drawn from heart to heart,

Delicate work, considered a timeless art

Love begins with silken strands

That are crafted slowly by hand

Merging two souls into one

Life’s journey yet to become

Life has a way to change things quickly

Threads can pull,

Threads can tear-

Cruel words replace

The respect that was once there.

Hate emerges, creating a jagged thread,

A tangled web of words unsaid.

When hate is introduced

Your connection shattered

Chaos and disorder remain

It binds and tears the love that was once there.

For every strand we choose to spin

Becomes the bond that we live with

For love and hate, though worlds apart,

Are spun from the fabric from our heart.

So handle gently what you weave,

The threads of life can be quick to leave.