A relic for a handkerchief

Threads of fine white 

Threaded together so bright 

A piece of cloth in making 

Bordered, embroidery and stalking 

A simple piece of cloth 

A perfect square for a hire 

Folded into short and filled with myre 

Wasn’t much of a wondering 

Not worthy of much penny

Till she touched it with her nails 

Mildly wiping her seductive lips 

Made the kerchief, a priceless gift 

Her touch was a wonder 

With lips and fingers so tender 

Making the cloth so worthy 

No matter yet it was still dirty 

Beauty burns like wildfire  

Spreading joy throughout ire 

O little princess, your touch gave life

To summarize a cloth to a relic in my life. 

-Joel CJI 

24/01/2013