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When first I held her hand, she was but one;
And from my oneness separate hers remained.
Lapse not one year, our union had begun,
Thus one and one made… one – how unexplained.
Envisage further (warn I all who do:
Thou must be lithe in mental acrobatics!)
That she’s no longer half; she now is two.
How pliable must be these mathematics.
Combine her one (the last one must be carried),
To my existing one (or half?) – that’s three.
Yet find we when our ones are truly married,
The sum of theirs and mine is one, you see.
I ask thee earnestly, should love be bore,
What good, in truth, are mathematics for?