Peanut butter is the preferred food of saints;
Devils are keen on cranberries.
Fives and sevens denote disaster;
The ace of spades, mystery.
If I could organize each beat of my heart
Like spools in a drawer,
Then I could mend love
Then I could darn devotion.
Red is always passion;
Keep yellow close for hope.
But remember, rain starts on the rooftop,
And two strands twined make rope.