A heart bound tight by strings and threads

Hanging down, tangled inside your body

And each person you meet adds a new one

Some may take away the old

And each having a hue, some brilliantly gold

Or one dim and old, a memory faded but a story told

These strings hang down with a beauty that blinds

For the heart is not a container that can be filled or full

It’s an organ, beating living, that gets wrapped around

And pushes but can’t break the strongest of ties

Of the threads that love spawns and grows

So find a man or a woman and give them a thread

A thread from your heart- one that comes from your own soul

And weave it in and out, and tie it up, wrap it around so tight

That one can’t escape the fate, your love

And the beauty of these ties, these threads of emotion

Is that no matter the number of people you meet, love or leave

Their ties will remain; never wither, even if your mind can’t remember

So when you find your soul mate, let him wrap up your heart to its fullest

But remember your mother, father, and family

They still hold their own threads that are matted in

And you will always have room for both; for all, for everyone

So reassure them, the family that will let you go one day

Let them know that your heart is full of ties, not a bottle filled

Because a pitcher is an object that only holds so much

And a heart is something that stretches and bulges then compresses

That is the reason, the soul, full of strength, provides unbreakable threads

Threads that will never disappear, threads that grasp and hang down loose

Threads that represent every emotion, all the love your spirit can carry

The threads of youth, passion, and fate, and the soul’s undying love