Love, marriage and love
Are faces of the same prism,
With one’s life at the base,
Prisms vary in sizes and shapes,
Some have more area, others faces!
A base can not share faces from two,
Faces have measure zero,
Several of them from different ones,
Do not add up to make a new prism,
To enjoy the spectrum of life,
Love must mean one man to the wife,
To create faces, that did not exist,
Ask a glass cutter for the mystic,
It’s not easy to change a prism keeping the base same,
Though there are such needs, whosoever you blame,
Do not be sloth, and handle with care,
Let the old prism too get a new base, if it dares.
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