And loves price and pricelessness unfold.
Wrapped in a vine of binding ties;
I cannot make out soul from soul.
Love sings sharp, though sometimes dull
And bursts through seams loosened in between,
For threaded steel shall never hull;
It binds us gently and gives with room to breathe.
Though viciousness does sometimes explore
Through tainted, jealous or hasty tongues and
When tenderness comes back to shore
His breath flows back into thy lungs;
For one day in courthouse we did stand,
Eyes for eyes and hands for hands.
I'm linking up with Emily @ in the hush of the moon
((((Johnny and I celebrate 5 years of marriage today!))))