Carl Bosch’s love poem celebrates marriage as “two parallel lines; same trajectory, same destination.”
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In the geometry of our love, we soar.
Two parallel lines;
same trajectory, same destination.
We traverse landscape, time, upheaval, joy.
Yet we remain constant,
unidirectional, focused, flying fast or slow
through our own personal Death Valleys and Himalayas, together.
Parallel and purposed, at times the distance between us
is infinitesimal, at most a handclasp away.
And often we merge
into an indistinguishable single line segment.
And when one of us eventually falls,
The other will continue on,
resolute, aimed, moving forward;
accompanied by an invisible partner,
still parallel, just beyond arm’s length,
secure in the mathematics of our love.
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Nicely said, Sir.