Bonds,
but nothing seen.
Fatigue at change,
annoying character.
Invisible ties catch,
hold hearts.
Love is there,
nearby is torture.
Life is filthy.
Perfect understanding
through the eyes that tie,
of weakness.
Years and years,
fault-finding, ignoring defects.
Both need acceptance,
need the same trampoline.
Hard, hard work.
Our bonds should not be torn.
Stretched but never torn.
Care has power of god.

Thanks to Jingle for another Poetry Potluck. I worked to be on theme, but I might be missing some of the sunshine.