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I envy you who can speak of love

As an ephemeral glow that fills the heart

Not an emotion but a certainty from above

Fresh and delightful from the start

I love to be you who knows the pain of loss

The sorrow of departing souls

Dazzling emotions that on the soul do emboss

The paradox of wedding bells mournful doles



For these feelings I have never known

Never felt the splendor of loves first kiss

Always lunged for safety when I was thrown

Heart beating into that lover's bliss

As if afraid to gain a treasure of fools gold

I have never sought such riches

That married couples seem to behold

I am a quilt that lacks its stitches



In a single moment I can fall apart

With no emotions to piece together

No strings tugging at the heart

Oh of course I'll speak of the weather

Of religion and politics, literature, and pros

But don't be fooled by the fool

For my fabric has been constructed of woes

Measured strictly with a hardened rule



In the city I watch the couple's glide

Beneath the haze of soft moon light

Strange to think that I could hide

From love's all powerful sight

And I don't know exactly when

I first discovered that I had stitches too

Every fiber filled with an emotion that had never been

So I credit this change to you



I rejoice that I am finally whole

Passion now tugs heartstrings

Until I feel embroidered to the very soul

Suddenly blessed with patterns of angel wings

An ordinary boy who taught me of heaven

Hearts, flowers, faith and trust

Who continues to push until let in

Has filled my quilt with so many stitches the seams may bust