Fabric
The fabric of romance falls
weightless as a cobweb into
the vacant lap of silent dreams;
and pleads the idle hands of time
a complex weave create.
Does Lady Luck this task oblige,
her tapered fingers stitch the cloth
with silver spike and golden thread;
and gives the reel a roulette spin,
a motion warm and delicate.
Now stricken dazed, dumbfounded
by visions of the finished form,
love-blinded by your beauty;
I stumble in your moonstruck shadow,
forever indebted to the kindly hands of fate...
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