TAILOR OF BROKEN HEARTS

 

If I owned a needle

That could mend a broken heart,

I think I’d be a millionaire

And be one from the start.

I would see them stretch for miles

And come from everywhere.

I’d be the tailor of the year

And the one most rare.

My thread would be the color red

To mend the heart that bleeds,

And gently I would make the mend

Until the pain recedes.

I’d make the needle from a thorn

Upon a rose of red,

And from the petals make the thread

To mend the heart that bled.

My own would stay unbroken

So that I could work my art…

If I only owned a needle

That could mend a broken heart.