Let me admit the damage marriages
Have upon my solitary planned soul
Which (of law-bound unions) disparages
To see rings as parts of a chain in whole.
Yet, witnessing the happiness of fools
Makes me a fool who happiness forsakes;
For freedom by price of loneliness rules
And hearts to smolder must allow some breaks.
So, unwisely, I idly sit by
And count what I have not with what I have
And with their forging chain duly I cry
Though, not knowing why, cut myself in half.
To see the weak so happily get strong
Weakens my strength as the futures grow long.
