THE TAPESTRY OF LOVE
How may I fathom her love for me: or plumb the depths of my love for her? When wife and lover and mother and child, she is all-in-all to me? Woven we were when first we met into a single tapestry: with she the warp and I the weft. How could I live without my love when she is all to me? We are one tapestry, she and I: woven of the bright hues of Love, and the dull colours of mundane Life; the threads of the radiant hues of our happy times cheek by jowl with the blacks of strife. Enmeshed as I am... Sign in to see full entry.