The most tender thread, holds the strongest bonds

The most tender thread,
holds the strongest bonds.

Hung by the Strings of Love;
yet the two souls
are mere puppets.

Sometimes
even a small reason
is enough
to keep people connected.

Our love never gets threadbare.

The invisible bond of unspoken love,
seen as mere thread of bondage
forever trying to grasp
the gray areas in life.

Joined together,
By a tiny thread.
Hung on a nail,
Flimsy alright.
The act of balancing,
That’s what we do,
How long, you may ask,
Till the nail holds through.

We are all instruments
endowed with memory and feelings,
Our senses struck by fine
and delicate ‘strings’ ,
Of love, emotions, trust, and care,

But the truth is~
Caregiving has no second agendas
or hidden motives,
Care is given from pure love
for the joy of giving,
without expectation,
~ No strings attached.

This bond of trust is gentle.
Handle with care!
It’s a tiny string we hold,
hanging onto a nail
of trust and hope.
Don’t pull to hard
or it shall break.
Don’t let it lose,
or apart shall we end,
with a heart full of ache!

The dimensions gone,
Grey remains,
We held on,
Fading reigns,
nothing left,
we struggle through,
holding on,
Me and you

Hanging on to
each other,
through the
the thread of
love..

You keep me hanging on.

We are stuck forever