You just described love in a way no one ever has before. It's accurate, passionate, poetic and forceful. Blunt in a tender way it that makes sense...I love it. I love the title, too!
Your metaphor is flawless, beautiful, and fitting for the subject of this wonderfully crafted poem. I love the way you decribe the strands as tenuous and quivering, but strong enough. Well done.
Another brilliant offering from a very talented Poet- Writer!
Thank you again Ani.....it has made me answer yours....I will post it soon!
All is well, bard.
Silky gossamer threads. I love that. Someone once wrote of me wearing a pale gossamer gown whilst trudging through snows searching for a lilac rose. Ever since I've felt a certain thing for the fragility of the term gossamer.
Such a love you describe sounds like one of those antique yule tree bubbles that comes out each year with the expectant fear that it may shatter yet the jubilation in its tenuous placement upon high bough and revered for its memories. A sad love really one that holds fond memories but that must be held with such delicacy. Bittersweet.
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