This delicate thread suspended between us
Shall drive me to insanity.
If too often stretched and disturbed,
It will be destroyed by gravity.

This icy mist smothering our connection
Surely must someday rise?
For mirrors too often reflect the love,
And shadows engulf the lies.

This magnetic resemblance that we hold
May lead us to our demise.
The poles must have their faces opposing,
Or else the electricity dies.