Pray, tell me, why creation comes in pairs,
Why goose be there, where gander be as well,
Why matching twains should fill the beastly lairs,
And why God parted joy, will someone tell?
And why can't this fool feel his joys alone,
Should emptiness cause loneliness to start?
Why passion, can't be just as cold as stone,
And why should I long for my other part?
Truth salves in vain hearts that writhe in pain,
But only when the lost goose would return,
Will its brood find, that life completes again,
Though it had still to mend bridges that burn;
.....Life's puzzle seems so purposely replete,
.....With missing pieces, for us, to complete.
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