Spiderwebs of Love
In life, it seems, we build our bonds with tenuous threads
How easily they break and those tears are shed
Together the web they weave stands strong and sure
A beautiful masterpiece so full of allure
But one by one they fall apart
Something breaks that fragile piece of art
It can be repaired, perhaps stronger than before
Yet it's so often thrown away rather than restored
Because, unlike a spiderweb that's torn,
It takes two to build the bond once more
It's enough to make one wonder why we weave at all
Never get too comfortable - it's not that hard to fall
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