The chains that bind us are strong, they are made of iron fears and tears, and maybe something more. To pull against only binds us tighter, and we must learn to work in harmony together.

      You are like the ocean, unpredictable strong and cold. I like the summer, warm and inviting, the time everyone enjoys.

      Such contrasting personalities, yet such incredible chemistry. Our bond is something that cannot be said in words, but in gestures.

       You are everything I am not, and I am everything you cannot be. Yet we still try to make this tragic love work. Our love is held together by band aids and patches, so close to falling. Our love may fall, but the chains that bind us will stay forever more.

    The chains that bind us are strong, they hold down our wings and dreams. Will we ever fly? In holding hands or waging war, we have never been closer or farther apart.

      These chains tell a tale of great sorrow and triumph, perils and dares. And a love that struggles to carry on. These chains carry yours and mine names, forever engrained. To tell loves most tragic relationship, and will forever stand before time as yours and mine the chains will stand before the test of time. For the chains never fade, tarnish, or rot, they will forever bind us.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~to my love, baby, and most terrifying nightmare to walk the day light, you have my love.

        ~Sincerely,

                       ~RoaringRiver~