|..:: The Perfect Bow ::..|
The Ribbon is coming undone.
The Red Laces are swiftly moving
Unraveling the Perfect bow
That it had created.
Soon everything that was tightly tied
has moved into its own disunity.
They make their isolated holes
Never to be held by that same ribbon again
The Red laces of that beautiful Ribbon
So smooth and tender it lyes there
To be tied in that Perfect Bow