Paper chains.

I am bound to you by paper chains

connected by the bridge between our hearts

and minds. 

I am yours;

for you left your fingerprints upon my soul

when you touched me. 

And if you whispered secrets in my ear, 

know that I heard nothing, 

for the roars of an inner fire

awakening

drowned out even the sound of my own

common sense.

I thought you the carpenter

who fixed me

with his words and

one sturdy hammer.

But I was mistaken,

for you taught me instead 
that I was never broken.

And every moment with you

is shorter than the last.

The sand pours too quickly

and we are left watching

helpless

as time flies past us

on a dandelion seed.