Love was 365 stitches too late
An open portal- beating and captivating
all with it's glitter stitched embroidery,
fearlessly, relentlessly, busting at the seem-
until all that could be seen
was youth and a dream
365 images ready to release
to set the mind at ease
another pulse and you're ready for the leap;
But like a marionette, with distance- you keep
the razor of repentence, cutting deep-
the entrance to acceptance, releasing grief-
the rest of your sentence, your time to keep:
stitching, stitching, stitching
so Love doesn't bleed.