Were life amenable to calculation
And subject to arithmetic's approach,
Then all would find the perfect permutation
To match the proper horse to needy coach.
If harmony of head and heart were nought
But tally of the two, done weight by weight,
Then lovers in their dealings never ought
To stumble on their path, or trouble fate.
Such mathematics would commend itself
To one who finds the counting of love's truth
More daunting than the calculus of wealth,
And falters when his worth is not enough.
Yet remedy there is, for love construes
An abacus that fashions ones from twos.
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