Your deep brown eyes fixated, your obsessive mind completely immersed
Desperately trying to etch to memory the feel of each curving string
Your trembling hands tracing and gliding over every single fiber
Will you think of me when your fingers brush across those red-inked strands?
A brilliantly camouflaged framework sat perfectly positioned
Looming beneath my blinded vision
Why did you take those broken threads I severed with my shaky handed scissors and weave them into a new tapestry, hung so magnificently exposed on my castle wall?
Before minds could appreciate the beauty of such a work of art
You silently replaced the old fabric with the new
Before there was ever a chance of laying it to rest
Your everlasting treasure left for me to find