A Lot Like Now

Its been a while
More in miles
The runs down the aisles
Tip toeing the patterns of the tiles

Blades of grasses
Looks and gazes
Wishes of choices
Fates in doses

A lot like love
Glaring out as a dove
Without doubt we were meant to move
Up the altar in mauve.

White on grey
Her’s my frey
Straight yet sway
Nature made us sley

Not like now
A lot to mow
None to sow
To all we bow

Papers as pipes
Gardens in ripes
Pain in sipes
Your beauty wipes
O. M. B – 2016 

The enduring and challenging friendships that perfect. 

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