I scan the crowd, picking through the sea of faces
And despite the odds I find her.
Connected by a cord of love
The pull of which is inescapable
The ties of which are binding
The union of which holds fast
Through life’s tribulations and the other daily hazards.
Yes, there, to the middle of the multitude,
I am drawn
some are blessed just living in the bliss a moment all that's needed for a special breath to breathe joy a fine poem
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You capture the nature and intensity of that draw very clearly here. Brief but speaks volumes eloquently. Best, jim