Balancing on spaghetti strings
Across the roiling sea.
Teetering, and tottering,
To where we want to be.
Traversing this endless minefield,
Is not an easy task.
We need a map, or compass,
A helpful, handy pass
Their words of advice are not,
Always useful tools.
Our minds are overloaded,
With oh so many rules.
But, no matter all these laws
That try to bind me here.
I will always come to you,
Have no doubt or fear.
I belong with you,
And you belong with me.
No matter what they try to do,
We shall make them see.
Our love it is transcendent,
And I am always yours.
Together we are perfect,
Our love it truly soars.
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