We met on the grid paper of life,
And I must thank whoever it was with the pencil,
Who drew our lines to form this right angle.
Oh, right angle, love personified.
Well okay, an angle isn't a person but you know what I mean.
Just read on, and I'll show you how.
Our coordinates began at such distant points,
Where we never imagined one day we'd intersect,
Let alone sustained at that perfect ninety degrees forever.
We are each our own lines;
Still free to be our own lines and grow onward,
Yet always joined together at a right angle.
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