Parallel

Ever shall the eyes
And lips
And heart
When parted
Lifted high
Imparted
To a sight regarded
Find us faring well

Truly shall the whims
And wants
And truths
Of beauty
Settle in
And truly
As a wind unruly
Guide us where we sail

Never shall the slips
And falls
And fails
Assail us
With a grip
Derail us
Ever strip and nail us
To a barren well

Always shall the heights
And peaks
And rays
Display their
Vivid lights
To sway us
For within this life
You have no parallel

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