A Wrong-side Up Bowl of Love

A poem written with a hand knit hat I made for my lover.

Red is my passion and all of my love

An endless circle knitted with needles up above

Spiraling down to lap smaller rounds do follow

Though it may be empty I assure it is not hollow

‘Twas hand knit with alertness; never out of bore.

Ev’ry thread given feeling like ev’ry word in classic lore.

Because of every noticed stitch; the color, the shape, and the sentiment,

I present this gift to you in soul filled and love inspired testament.

Author's Note

Title needs work, I know. . . Heh.