Bonded

The giving of time
Is a value untold.
My heart is yours as yours is mine.
Together we are bonded, with an unseeable tie.
The three simple words we long to hear.
They enshroud us with doubt and they strike us with fear.
To forget our pains of a time once passed, we learn to forgive.
With faith in each other we can look forward at last.
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crypticbard's picture

Bonding does require the

Bonding does require the giving of time to each other. This is a beautiful thought and a beautiful poem to match. Thanks for sharing.


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Rebecca's picture

Thank you for taking the time

Thank you for taking the time to read my poem :)

 


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