A special world for you and me,
A special bond one cannot see,
It wraps us in a cacoon,
And holds us fiercely in its womb,
Its fingers spread like fine spun gold,
Gently nestling us to the fold,
Like silken thread it holds us fast,
Bonds like this are meant to last,
And though at times a thread may break,
A new one forms in its wake,
To bind us closer and keep us stong,
In a special world,
Where we belong...
