Your love’s a thread that holds me tight,

Through every shadow, through every fight.

A woven bond in the quiet night,

Threads of gold that bring the light.

Threads of gold, they never break,

A timeless weave through every ache.

Hope’s the fabric that we make,

A gentle strength, for love’s own sake.

Your voice, a thread in the quiet air,

A gentle pull when life’s unfair.

Even in silence, I know you care,

Hope’s the weave that’s always there.

Even when the strands begin to fray,

Even when the light feels far away,

Your threads of gold will always stay,

A guiding warmth through every gray.

Threads of gold, they never break,

A timeless weave through every ache.

Hope’s the fabric that we make,

A gentle strength, for love’s own sake.

The threads may fade, but love remains,

Through every loss, through every pain.

Hope’s a thread that forever sustains,

A golden bond in love’s domain.