Threads

"Golden Threads" Not forged in fire,

nor sealed in stone,

However, quietly, a seed was planted

In silence maintained and shared laughter,

In moments held and tears wept.

A glance that says, "I know your soul,"

A presence that can make you whole,

Not by blood, but by something else entirely

a similar heart and an open door

Through storm and sun,

through loss and cheer,

A friend is always nearby.

Though time may stretch or paths may bend,

True friendship does not break—it mends.

So here’s to you, the hand I hold,

Our bond, a thread that shines like gold

No riches weigh what we possess:

A love that asks for nothing less.