Hearts cast out threads that entertwine and mingle,
Souls catch hold and begin to tingle,
Slowly a pathe begins to form,
New and yet it seems well-worn,
So freshly built, yet ready to withstand a storm,
Beings once alone no longer forlorne,
Warmth envelops the heart,
A pulse of emotion that makes one start,
And in pours a gentle joy that makes one's eyes smart,
A wondrous thing in which to take part.