Tied to You
There is a thread that runs through me,
Invisible, but strong and free.
It pulls when you are far away,
It sings when near—it’s there to stay.
Not made of silk or string or chain,
But something deeper, hard to name.
It tugs within my very chest,
And ties me where my soul finds rest.
You may not feel the thread so tight,
But it is there in every night.
Each time I speak, or dream, or ache—
The pull of you will never break.
I’ve tried to write it off as chance,
A fleeting brush, a passing glance.
But no—this thread was spun with care,
By fate, by time, by love laid bare.
So even if the world should shift,
And oceans come and stars should drift,
This tie to you will still hold fast—
A love too strong, too deep, to pass.
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