The Fates And The Tapestry Poem by Matthew Holloway

It seems to be
That fates decided
Our love, shall never be
The broken promises of dreams
The sadness of a hope lost
Every what if, what could be
Remains a whispered prayer unanswered
For yours is a beauty everlasting
A beauty which holds me transfixed
A beauty of body and soul
Your nature, spirit is bountiful
Fulfilling of every request by a mortal
Hesitant I speak the word, perfect
My heart beats faster to your name
My soul dreams of laying beside you
Alas it may never to be
For the fates thought they be dammed
Have sewn their tapestry