Marriage is but dissonance
and discord a consequence 
inevitable when Venus and Mars meet...
When bass and melody compete- 
in the great Master Slave Debate
who will concede defeat?

So, did you expect
a mirrored self, a ditto?
A replica in thought and deed?
 Why Narcissus was indeed
 denied his Echo
 and left to flower by the water's side...

 Learn instead to discern,

have no cause for concern 

There's beauty in dissonance,

and melody in  discordance.

 The occasional  wrong note

needn't rock your boat

And to work in tandem

is at best random...

Why should I be the bow

to your violin?

Why can't I be a cello?  

 and we, a string duo?