The ornaments of truths, the hidden needlework

The webs and knots of me lay out the lace of love

The beads of words spell out the truths for you to hold

And as you pull the strings, I'm gracefully undone

 

And maybe this is it, and maybe that's the day 

That everything before was destined to create

And I will gladly take each silent come what may

And may it come right now, I cannot bear the wait

 

So don't you let me slip and run to hide again 

It's comforting to know that I don't need you here

But what is all this need when wanting is the game

That I will play and lose if only to be near 

 

And maybe we won't last, ad maybe I'll be gone

Before the wordless notes reshuffle and unfold

And maybe our pasts will never be bygone

But in this very moment it's you I choose to hold.