Chains

First one at first word
Loose, slack. Clinking as
It swings freely in the air.
Neither side pulls on it but
The chain is still there

Here swings potential

The second one is harder to form
Link by link, every
meeting, word,
A small piece added.
It is a shared chain
It is a simple chain

It is named friendship

The third chain is unique
One side builds it quickly.
Yet, it is
tainted. The other side was molded
With shaking hands, slow to
believe, slow to trust.

The first half he calls courage.
The second half she calls hope.

Fourth one, both ends
anchor the chain
It is built together, starting from
one initial point; one act of hopeful courage.
It spreads from there. Both anchors
adding their frustrations, their fears,
their sorrows
and their joys.

This is the fourth chain.
Referred to as intimacy


This fourth chain is special
This chain will continue to grow
Life cultivates intimacy.
Every sunset, more sorrow
Every dawn, more joys
More shared, every little moment
strengthens the chain.

Intimacy grows
And the final chain grows too.
Starting small, almost unnoticed.
One can feel
tugs on the heart
Not forceful, not sharp
desired pulls
willing answer.

Love
is the sacred chain
that does not bind
does not trap
but does connect.

It joins
does not restrict
does not constrain
that cherished bond
titled Love