When at first we met,
there was but thread
tied around our pinky fingers
Loose knots causing us to linger.

Then strands slowly braided.
So when we thought our love had faded,
there was a rope around our waists,
Anchoring us from drifting away.

Now every day we forge anew,
a link in the chain between me and you
secured by a lock wound our wrists
Stretching between cells of loneliness

One day, there will be a ribbon of the finest silk
tied in a bow wound our hearts.
Across millions of miles it may be taut
but never, never ripped apart