Hold on love

Your hand on the thin rope, hold still 'cause the wind is blowing. Winds of change as Scorpions sang it, winds of loss as life sees it.

Hold on love to that red ribbon of your heart, mingled with mine in an ever locked grip of passion. Feelings of belonging to someone, knowing you won't ever be lost in the shadows of the night, warm bed when you come home late. Hold on love to my hand, for my strength isn't for granted, patience has its limits and the boundaries of trust and faith are within reach.

Hold on love to that sensation, that warm vibe between us, for the cement to our relationship is as fragile as a robin's eggshell even if when the sun comes up every morning I whisper in your hear that I do love you.