A special word for you and meA special bond one cannot see
It wraps as up in its cocoon
And holds as fiercely in its womb.
It's fingers spread like span gold
Gently nesting as to the fold
Like shaken thread are meant to last.
And thought at times and thread may break
A new forms in its wake
To bind us closer and keep us strong
In a special world, where we belong......
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