Allegory of Lines

Some maxims show us values to uphold

like an allegory of lines, a story to be told.

Parallel they run so independent and free,

two individual existences like you and me.

When the lines incline, the destinies realign,

in the realm of emotions, hearts intertwine.

The independent existences are seen as one,

and when we are together, we make eleven.

The lines converge with the purpose to unite,

a promise to never go out of each other’s sight.

The heart longs for that endearing existence,

that inspiration is the reason for its persistence.

When these lines incline joining their feet,

make a sign of victory that no one can beat.

When these lines incline joining their tops,

mark of an ascendence that no one can stop.

When these lines lean towards each other,

joining in the middle, make alpha together.

Alpha is the beginning of the life’s story

in poems or prose, shaping the oratory.

A mystery that can confound any mind,

bonnie, adorable yet an enigma of a kind.

You are a melodious harmony so sweet,

my heart wants to sync to your heartbeat.

These words hold a promising foresight,

the heart’s insistence is a justifiable right.

Think of a dream so beautiful and bright,

a future so promising with love and light.

Let life see some more colours of delight,

when love is in the air, dreams take flight.

In this symphony, we shall forever entwine,

from two free parallel lines to a bond divine.