A special world for you and me; A special bond one cannot see; It wraps us up in its cocoon; 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 strong; In a special world, where we belong.

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