Question

The String on My Finger

There is a thread, fine and bright,
Tied to my finger, pulling tight.
Invisible, yet I always know,
When you tug, my heart must go.

No matter where, no matter when,
The pull returns, again, again.
Through every night, through every day,
No force could ever cut away.

For love like this is not a choice,
It hums within, it holds my voice.
And even if you pull me far,
I’ll follow like a falling star.

So take my thread, don’t let it fray,
I’ll love you past all time and day.
For bound we are, as fate has spun,
One heart, one string—forever one.

Answer 1

❤

Answer 2

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