When I tried to cross swirling waters of the river on threads of fragile paper, 

The contraption disdainfully broke midway; and I hurtled down at astounding speeds to blend with the cold water.

 

When I tried to clamber up the mighty edifice on threads of molten wax, 

I miserably failed in my daunting attempt; with the slurry of candle sucking me to the ground bottom.

 

When I hoisted myself on long thread of burnt plastic; frigidly dangling from unsurpassable heights of the mountain summit, 

The thread snapped into multiple fragments midway; and I plummeted down, into a concoction of wild stone and shrub.

 

When I tried to make merry; swaying on a swing impregnated with threads of mushroom, 

Cupid desires made me nibble at the fruit, and I fell with thunderous thuds on the floor, intermingled with the debris of the broken swing.

 

When I tried to visualize my entity in coagulated threads of shattered glass, 

The reflections appeared grotesquely distorted; prompting me to frivolously laugh at my demeanour.

 

When I tried to incinerate a crackling fire with threads of soggy cotton, 

The conflagration refrained from burning; and there arose weak flames of amber camouflaged in clouds of smoke.

 

When I tried to entangle my slender wrists from a jugglery of invincible iron thread, 

The outcome was abhorrently disgusting; my hands bled prolifically pulverizing my futile attempts of escape.

 

When I tried to perform the artistry of tight rope on a flaccid 

thread of chocolate candy, 

The cable snapped like scores of matchsticks; when caressed by 

gentle draughts of air.

 

When I tried invade through silken threads of the rustic spider web, 

Surplus arenas of my body got embossed with sticky cream; with the creature injecting paltry vials of poison in my flesh.

 

And eventually when I got bonded with incorrigible threads of her love, 

A plethora of apprehensions in life got mystically pacified; onerous difficulties in life transited to lucidly simple, 

My entire silhouette was draped in cloud showers of perennial love, 

And let me tell you friends; this thread of our celestial love was resistant to decay; didn't break for centuries immemorial.