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The Bond

By Tom Whiting
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Slowly, drawn together like two pieces of a puzzle,
finally realizing that their purpose and goal.
Resisting, only slightly, fearing any trouble,
yet needing each other to make us whole.

The closeness, the almost oneness amazes even me,
that someone as wonderful as her could share her love.
With someone like me, just what could she possibly see,
yet it’s there, shown, given, clear as the stars above.

Her hand I take, this journey we’ve far from begun,
a journey into the depths of each other.
All of my defenses, she’s skillfully, wonderfuly undone,
my heart is hers, could never belong to another.

This bond has taken us through so very much together,
without her, I feel as if I’m missing a deep part.
A part of my soul, my life, a part of forever,
for that’s how long she’ll remain in my heart.

A true and wonderful treasure she is,
someone who can make me smile at her very thought.
Someone who’s changed my life, turned it into bliss,
a love I thought I’d once forgot.

This bond, unlike any other I’ve ever seen,
drawing us in, closer to our thoughts.
All of me I want to share with her it seems,
till this love ties me up in knots.

So many things to say, so very few ways,
my love for her seems to ever abound.
This bond strengthening that every day,
in her, a true treasure I’ve found.

Thank you, I love you, I need you, hardly seem enough
when considering everything she’s ever done.
Yet the words they fail me, emotions very tough,
my heart, so scared it wants to run.

Afraid of the past, the future, all it’s ever known,
afraid of this bond, the closeness between us.
Yet, it wants to stay, to let true love be shown,
else this love crumble into dust.

This bond not made by man, a truly wonderful thing,
where will it take us? Where will we end??
Those and so many more questions, my mind would bring,
yet who would ever know just what lies around that bend?

Closeness, oneness, feeling so very right,
her hand in mine, this bond would lead us on.
Touching, feeling, walking into the night,
where we go, completely up to this loving bond.

© 06/20/01 TJW

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