Love is some one hanging by the thread,
With tenderest cares spun, but fragile.
The threat of breaking, falling on the head,
Exists and fear is present all the while.

The balance in affection and envy-
At best precarious is. The feelings are
So easily hurt in love that you can see,
The wounds will, after healing, leave a scar.

We careful, careful dangling- hang on it,
We tie a well intentioned simple knot.
But when we want to unite, it is writ,
We try with hands and nails, it opens not.

With tears in eyes and panting, wheezing breath,
Then in the end we have to use our teeth.