Yet upon these so delicate a kingdom can rely
for they are the keys to secrets of wise heart
without them threaded gentle love surely will die
fading into shadows crumbling the castle apart.

The first strand sparkles of loves golden glow
shimmer it will so that one can become blind
casting a spell frivolous unless you solemnly know
that alone its touch of midas will tarnish til mined.

The second strand of mutual respect is a glory share
and ties ribbons over time for it's merit is learned
as it casts a spell honourably with lustere so rare
iridescent colours of valour because it is so earned.

The third strand of solid is the most precious of all
an offspring grows on fruitful vines of logic emotion
as the faithful will be unrelenting in allowing its fall
not swayed by winds, but stedfast in meditative devotion.

With three strands entwined comes chains sanctity bold
forming a foundation that remains righteous and true
a trinity necklace of adorations cherish yet marvelous hold
most cannot enter this realm of pureness captured by few.

Kingdoms built on love alone will wash away to the sea
Lords and Ladys of braveheart polish their sacred stands
wisdom of the gods whispers this blessed secret to thee
adhere unto the truths so coveted of three golden strands.