It is a chord of silk br softer and finer than milk br aching to break br when the passions freak br br the line of love br touched by the affection ends br pulling side to side br urgencies spilling affinity's stride br br relationships are sometimes friendship br sometimes married they worship br sometimes miss the same ship br and break off in the middle of tip br br when relationships have many names br many cannot relate with other games br relationships are tangential br at only one point unconventional br br when you meet the circle has infinite points br infinite are your traits and trends br the touching tangent cant cut each and every br and seldom it goes through the centre br to become the radius and diameter br br when ranges differ br circumference alone they meet br sectoring or simply kissing the single bit br aching heart yearns for more br to be the diameter of my circle br of life and living passions br yet, relationships suffer in degrees br they conquer only one dot br and extend not to the centre spot....... br br It aches to learn that relationships br which we wish, dont centre br which we dont wish br do centralise our life and plans.