Embroidery

Use heartfelt words to meet heartfelt needs.

Your stylus is a needle, your threads, fine colored silk,
Working with sutures on a tablet whiter than milk;
You open, and you close again,
Your quill repairing what you've wounded,
'Til through your stitches my injuries and pain
Are perfectly healed and mended.

While the needle of Love bores its painful hole,
Your skill and your craft can make it again whole,
So come, sweetheart, do it again with a letter,
Grant all I desire, the sooner the better;

You know how my grievous wound does ensue
Because of the affection that I've carried for you;
So through your healing words, do give me your consent,
Come, cure my misery, and heal my lament.

It takes a Lover, not a Doctor,
to mend a broken heart.