Love in Steps
Each day we walked the halls of consequent love,
By not a choice, but demand of currency supply,
And friends we grew as feet to path apply.
While pace and candor drew and love’s reason moves,
Her steps surpassed my heart of scars to rove,
Frozen from fear my feet were cold and dry,
My mouth still cold I let her pass me by.
From distance we spoke hollow words of
Daily routine, our friendly banter resumed.
And days upon days my steps became close
To hers, alongside I trot with fear reposed.
With love now I am passerby consumed.
But consequent love by pain and scars unfold
The beauty of friends’ paths when love’s steps are old.
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