We'Re To Be

I saw what we would look like: Those two Lilies living lively in close proximity; So close, in fact, their identical buds stare into their mere reflections of passionate pastal smiles and blushing petals like the powdered cheeks of a middle school affectionary - A glimpse of us displayed in the large field - two Dandelions uncommonly rooted within centimeters of each other, Close-cornered so in that their seeds, Like an arranged marriage, coupled in the wind's breasting breeze - Yet as sure as death, to be split by unsure currents and rushes of High and Low pressures. Known Pressures; I thought I caught a glance Of what possibly could've been there- growing azaleas masked by a single magnolia: self-infatuated, blinded by selfish desire (or wishful thinking)- an image of what we were to be.