In times of trouble, by each others’ side,

Happy times meant a nice joyful ride

They liked to be called “Friendly dark lines”

They were what you call two parallel lines.

Each a strong line, not to be blurred,

At times when weak, one ‘o them silently suffered,

They shared a lot which stretched thru time,

They were what you call two parallel lines.

The friendship was altered, feelings progressed,

One by one their love was expressed,

The ride continued though love traveled miles,

They were what you call two parallel lines.

Other lines they knew expressed their surprise,

“Love is expensive, one ‘o you has to pay a huge price”,

Desperate to test it, whether it meant charges or fines,

They were what you call two parallel lines.

The price was heavy, their course they had to alter,

Carefully intersect at a point no chance to falter.

Alas, we know the fate of intersecting lines is not very fine,

They were what you call two parallel lines.

To intersect ‘n to stay parallel means blur ness of entity,

To one ‘o them a complete loss of identity,

Now, they can either part or move line on line,

If they still wanna be called two parallel lines!