The Chinese believe we are connect by a single red thread
And when I look upon you beside me in bed
I can almost hope they are right,
For I believe I can almost see the outline of that red thread around your finger,
And as I lift mine, and tug it side to side,
I can only hope that I’ll see yours move in time.
For the Chinese say that lovers will forever be tied
And what more could I ask for
Than your twine to be the other end to mine?