Parallel Lines …

Strange are parallel lines,

destined never to meet,

two hearts, aflame, thud-thudding to the same beat.

Seeking little,

not wealth nor title,

some tenderness, comforting solace,

sipping love from her eyes’ chalice.

Parallel lines,

we may be,

bound never to meet,

seeking peace, love, another soul with whom to share this lifes’ smiles, tears,

each days’ hopes,

the nights’ fears.

Parallel lines we are,

though we may never meet,

you breathe beauty into every breath i breathe, 

as i yearn for you, only you,

in every heartbeat.