Poem from a ex love to me in real life.
A special world for you and me
A special band one cannot see
it wraps us up in it's cocoon
and holds us fiercely in it's womb
It's fingers spread like fine spun gold
gently hestling us to the fold
like silken thread it holds us fast
bands like this are meant to last
And though at times a thread may break
a new forms in it's wake
to bind us closer and keeps us strong
in a special world where we belong.
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