The needle of destiny weave through time,
As the thread of fate binds our heart,
Through every twist, through every bend,
It tighten, loosens, yet never ends,
A constant thread, a life it makes,
Yet the woven never breaks,
Each stitch, a promise softly laid,
Each knot, a sign of warmth conveyed,
For all the memoire made become a silk,
Forever bound two as one.