The Offering

How is it you seem to know
When I’m reaching the end?
Losing my grip on love,
Everything grows dim.

The silken cords threefold
That bind our lives together
Frayed almost to breaking~
You feel the slackening tether.

It’s then you reach back out
And gather me in closer
You ask for understanding~
And time………..

You hold out hope;
Your focus finally clears,
Narrowing your sight
To acknowledge my tears.

Reweaving the strands of emotion
Takes time.
Trust cannot flourish
With deceit in mind.

Can you hold to your promise?
Do I dare take the rose
From your hand?
Or will I be left with the thorns?

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