She always complained
He wasn't there
In the sacred place
Her heart lay where

Miles away
He felt the pull
Strings of her heart
Woven with wool

Delicate, yet warm
They embraced his cold
Even when apart
She could feel his hold

Firm, yet relaxed
He's the spirit of her art
Just a thought of her
Mends his broken heart

She always complains
He isn't there
In the sacred place
Her heart lays where

Doesn't she realize
That was never the goal
He may be afar
But he is her soul

He is her soul