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.
