I scan the crowd, picking through the sea of faces <br />And despite the odds I find her. <br />Connected by a cord of love <br />The pull of which is inescapable <br />The ties of which are binding <br />The union of which holds fast <br />Through life’s tribulations and the other daily hazards. <br />Yes, there, to the middle of the multitude, <br />I am drawn<br /><br />Bob Oldfield<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-drawn/
