The Tether

When two hearts begin
To move closer together
Without conscious thought
They begin to weave a tether.

In this act of coming together
Their actions are sublime
Slowly, steadfastly weaving
One strand at a time.

Not a rope that binds them
To each other forcefully
More like a woven bond
Encircling them peacefully.

A tether that can twist and turn,
With no fear that it may break.
A binding together of two hearts,
With plenty of give and take.

A tether between two hungry souls,
Providing nourishment, one to the other
Like the loving conduit between
A child and his mother.

Aware that bonds can be broken
By words or thoughts that deceive,
Carefully guided by honesty
Their tethered bond they weave.

The progress made in weaving
Is sometimes too small to discern
But the strength of the tether
Demonstrates how they yearn.

Their closeness, ever growing
As the tether does entwine
Their hearts together, beat as one,
Having joined through subtle design.

And now they have each other
To lean on, and raise up,
Because the joy that true love brings,
Woven together, overflows their cup.