• a special word for you and me
    a special bond one cannot see
    it wraps up in its cocoon
    and holds us feircley in its womb.

    its fingers spread like fine spun gold
    gently nestling us to the fold
    like silken thread it holds us fast
    bonds like this are meant to last.

    and though at times a thread may break
    a new one forms in its wake
    to bind us closer and keep us strong
    in a special world where we belong.