Chandelier

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.