The fabric of love


What is the heart made of

but these strands

of family and friends

What is the heart made of

but these threads of memory and continuity

habits woven over and over

past and present and future

connected

What is love made of

but warmth that wraps us round

gathers different textures together

But is the heart not also made

with gaps

tears in the fabric of love

missed stitches

desires that tug and pull

fears of unraveling

The heart is made and remade

by the master weaver

who tends and mends

(sometimes even rends)

But don’t come if you want

neat edges

This weaver likes loose ends

strong ties

and open spaces

in the fabric of the heart