At first there was One
The One was alone
The One stayed alone for the years of his life
The years that all mattered
The years that near killed him
The years in which Two might have saved or destroyed him
And then there was One again
The years they had taught him
That, tho’ he might survive, he never would live
The years, painful, taught him
That though lonely, he might
Ne’er fix his shattered heart, broken in two
Then One came and fixed him
One again was his heart
She held it there whole, for all ‘round to see
One Love, it had found him
They lived, happy after
And One married One, and Two became Three.
(For Pickles)
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