by J. P. Zell, 1997

There was an ordinary day
When two strands of fate
Became entwined - yours and mine
Though they could have seperate weaves woven

They as one were chosen

It is said that knots weaken and wear
That friendship is a burden to bear

Isn't it rather a joyful love?

It is true - knots weaken
- also they bind

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