In the time we breathed our warm breath, we found each other. All my hours I had weaved and stitched, now I sew for my own beloved. Each thread, each curve, made from her form - indelicacy and beauty are matched to our love. In this tied-up world, fraught with formality, our hand caught, restrained, even from me.
Such warmth, such fire - grace resonates within by the sun alone. Cool her bare skin. This night she flies the confines of custom's decree, in pursuit of her heart's desire - for me. Our courage was bold and footfall certain. This night she drew aside the long-closed curtain yet in my mind a shadow lingers and grips my heart with its icy fingers. Then, I saw him, a thief in the night.
In life we drank deep from the fountain of love. Now our toast is raised high, in the reddest of blood.
Beloved, betrothed, let me bathe you once more, for soon I must lay you to rest, to restore, dressing the wounds where you two bled, sealing these gates through which life led. Though divided by destiny's bitter decree, I will dive into darkness to set you free.
Bound as I stitch my soul to yours - by my troth we will solve immutable laws/loves/lores (I can't make this out but I think it's "laws"). As my breath escapes, seeking her soul to fill. Her heart pumps full but her blood stands still. By one's hand a lover's wound is healed. By a spirit cast out, their form is sealed.
I don't normally do these transcriptions as they're too time-consuming but I rather enjoyed that one. There was only one word I couldn't quite fathom, marked above in red.
Student or Learner