I was born to love You,
spun with the fibers of Your fingers
to settle around Your shoulders.
I was meant to love You
with every match struck inside me,
igniting a fire that laces around my soul
but is never consumed.
I was created to be Yours
and Yours alone,
so why do I stray and search for love
in so many different places,
filling my time with doubt and
hoping with the most tender fibers
that this time, I won’t get it wrong?
I am a creature in Your form,
Stitched by Your soul.
I am at home.
Nowhere else
am I meant to roam.
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