I weave a web of fairy tales
The temptress paints a fantasy
Whims dance gaily like little nymphs
Beckoning reality
The nimble needle deftly moves
Seamlessly, through satin sheen
When within a fold, she stops
In or out or in between?
Two colours gently intertwine
Hues if a song are melody
Merrily they spiral around
Taut, in balanced harmony
They move through thick and thin by turns
A lilting echo in their wake
Enticing steps, a charming tune
I hope the thread will never break
