Tying a Bow

[SlightlySane]

When you place your finger to tie a bow,
You some how know right where it goes.
It's something you learned some way or some how
You're not sure quite when, but at least you know now
A lot comes to something like tying a bow,
To put on a shoe, or even a show.

But today's lesson is quite different than those
We're tying a bow from my head to my toes.
The bow is my heart and you are the strings
You've tied me up well you wonderful thing.
It's nothing too fancy just a few little loops,
And a dash from the rabbit through his rather large hoops.

Once it is tied it will stay there for life
For a bow that's this great shall not face a knife.
It may need a tug, every now and again,
But what is a bow, without a few mends?
So I'll let you be off, this class was not long,
When you're heart is a bow, love never goes wrong.