Weaver Of The Arcane

Weave your words,
with spells of love,
and bound our souls together,
with your arcane whims.
Take your needle,
and sew together our hearts,
so that your pulse might save mine.
Bend time,
calm this storm,
and speak this moment,
eternal.
Set ablaze these fields of regret,
and burn away my sorrow.
And in return,
I'll take your pain,
absorb your torment,
so that you can forever chant,
these spells of sustainment.