Threads Of Ourselves

Romantic poetry

The feelings we share I ride like a wave,
The ups the downs the direction they make,
On a magic carpet that we made,
From threads of ourselves,and the pattern we laid
the vessel counts as much as the map,
The carriage awaits for us to step up,
I admit Its scary as it might appear,
Yet inside I sense no fear,
We can clear the sky as we go,
Even backwards if we must,
See this vehicle cannot wither, fall apart, or rust,
Because the engineers made it from something peaceful and loved
And Whatever the distance, is where we set the pace
Pack light you won't need a single case,
As we set of headed for the center of the maze,
Maybe through a water fall or two, to get wet,
A rock face cliff to challenge and ascend,
Through tight curves in life and around bends,
Knowing when the lesson becomes a test,
Is when I know we will be at our best