What has three sides and hurts
Unexpected and totally shocking
That between fits of dipping and blocking
The ones in my life had been talking
And behind me work on interlocking
For who could foresee that my loves
Would bond, fit the other like gloves
And get close, not fearing the shoves
Of wrongness, and chatter like doves
And thus the triangle complete
Our hearts live to follow their beat
And strive on to keep up the seat
Of their love, till the day that they meet