Catch my breath and hold me. The bond we have is once and once only to have. The chandelier dangles by a thread but continues to hang for a lifetime. To dream of a warmth instead of a lukewarm would suffice for the cold harsh shoulder I receive. Yet I love you more than anything The chandelier swings With glittering jewels and the finest exterior yet the bulbs are dead. Waiting to be changed by the man who's too busy to care we ignore it anyway. We may be no grand ball but we are us and make me I Our thread is more than a thread. It is solid gold. We are solid gold. Thank you for everything. You are the dalia, the graceful beauty that lightens up the room with envy.