As we fall down the scale into the cold
Love evolves sevenfold to envelope
The stars, constellations we invented
To sail by ancient light, the sheets unfold
Raveled or unraveled, the fact remains
Costs outweigh benefits, the lovers elope
Away from family, friends resented
The idea, not to share or celebrate
Celibate priest, the Pope demands, retains
The right, by ancient rite, a provision
To envision the past as comedy
A cosmic joke can only liberate
A flock from a shepherd, a revision
In practice delivers a tragedy
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