Life has a way of changing what love means
Love is giving your whole heart and soul to another
Trusting them to hold it close and never let go
Knots of a tree are considered imperfections
To a climber, specific knots hold their lives
Knots fasten and secure things together
Love is not perfect, if it were it wouldn't be true love
Without him I would fall
We are fastened together and I'm secure in his arms
I am lucky in love to have someone
Someone to laugh with and enjoy life through the ups and downs
Who says, we will get through this
Love knots will hold our moments, each captured with my heart, words and a lens
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