Bonding

I have come to question
The meaning of a bond
And decided to make it my mission
Of questing for someone to remain fond

Could it be defined by proximity,
Or perhaps is it intimacy?
And yet these terms also inspire my pity
Could argue about the supremacy
Claimed from blood by royalty

But I’m simply here, 
Wondering, how it ever seemed witty
To have been wimpy I hear,
Means I’ll never be enough for thee
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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February 12, 2016 at 9:22 PM
THIS IS A DEEP THOUGHT... ENJOYED. LINDA
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February 9, 2016 at 10:14 AM
Let`s sing together: I feel pretty, oh so pretty, I feel pretty and witty and bright... I feel charming, oh so charming... That could be enthusiasm and self-inducing or re-discovering the gift we share from.
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