Symmetry: She is the lovely ideal
I’ll marry and live with until I die.
I’ll always respect her, never lie,
And if we fight I will appeal
For cool fair words together,
Not storms of fierce cold weather
When she tells her ugly lie
And loses almost all her appeal
So disrespectfully. How can I deal?
Symmetry wants me to suffer and die.
3 August 2007
An example of what I call sculpted meter. Scan it!