Poem: Rectangle

I am a rectangle;
I am a square,
From my flat pointy feet
To my Frankenstein hair.

Easy to render
And simple to craft;
I measure the same
From my fore to my aft.

No unfortunate roundness
Or pokey-out bits;
When I go clothes shopping,
Everything fits!

You're welcome to join me
In rectangular life:
A cinder block husband
Needs a candy bar wife.

We'd fit right together
With no in-between space,
I'd snuggle right up
To your mirror-smooth face.

I suppose I might miss
Your five fingers in mine,
Or the lips that I kiss
And your stellar behind.

But little asymmetries,
That's where it starts:
My unbalanced brain,
Your off-center heart.

Do you know the time Leia
And Han didn't fight?
When he kept himself safely
Inside carbonite.

Can I risk the unsteadiness
Roundness implies?
Are the Weebly wobbles
Worth the look in your eyes?

I'll give up my corners,
The straight edges too;
And find soft-sided ways
To fit right next to you.