A special world for you and me,
A special bond one cannot see,
it wraps us up in it cocoon,
And holds us firecely in its wombs.
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 it's wake,
to bind us closer and keeps us strong.
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