Charmed

One thread holds me back,
Like a golden rule that must be observed.
The strength of an ox and the will of a man’s
Is all void to this silken strand.
Like faith that moves mountains, It allows me to fly.
Sure is its grip whilst I soar and
Strong is its chiding when I glide into an abyss.
The mightiest is quelled at its heart,
Such is a man’s heart charmed by beauty.