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My Spool Touched Your Spool

Poetry By: Macaroni Mario

Have you ever loved someone and not know exactly why? What is this? Yeah, me too.

Submitted:Feb 2, 2014    Reads: 19    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   

My Spool Touched Your Spool

I believe. I believe, my love. With every fiber of my being. I believe in us.

I was promised a love. A love so strong and pure. A love like no other before.

No guessing games. No questions of dedication or commitment only trust and loyalty.

As we pass through this thread of ours we call "life", we connect with many more threads. Some at the beginning of our lives , some in the middle and yet, some towards our golden years. We can stay connected with those from our childhood all the way to the end.

But, I believe.

I believe that this one is the most special - The truest connection since my thread began.

You see,

This one is made with my eyes and heart wide open!

The childhood ones are forced upon us(family, friends, school mates) and the adult ones in the middle I felt obligated to connect with. Joy and gladness, sorrow and pain accompany many of these. I learned what is valuable and desirable. I learned what to throw out and what was no big deal. I know what to look for and how to spot it from a mile away. So, believe me when I say to you this truth:

"I have been looking for you all my life."

And guess what…

"You're right on time!"


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