A Bond Too Precious to Break
Beneath the shadowed canopy of friendship’s sacred thread, I stand, a man with tethered heart, by fears and hopes half-fed. Her laughter weaves through twilight air, her voice—a summer breeze, While I, a silent wolf, retreat, my longing on its knees. Her eyes, two stars that know no chain, so boundless, wild, and free, I fear my heart, if loosed, would build a cage she couldn’t see. For love, to me, is not the bloom that gardens often show, But roots that twist in jealous soil, in shadows where I grow. What if I speak? What if I bare the fire within my chest? Would she recoil, her wings unbound, forsaking all the rest? This bond we share, this fragile bridge, holds all my joy, my peace, Yet words unsaid burn louder still, their ache will not release. As wolves will kill to guard their lands, to mark what they hold dear, I’d fight for her with sharpened claws, through blood, through pain, through fear. But love’s not war, and she’s no prize, no territory gained— To hold her close could ...
