Time to exercise your brain as January 2018 comes to an end.

 

Coming down some spiral stairs,

I come upon two mated pairs.

Clasping hands that bridge divides,

I see two grooms, I spy two brides.

 

Countless times I meet these four,

While circling down that spiral core.

Perfect bliss, without debate,

Each always faithful to its mate.

 

So what is this, this perfect stair?

A life long tale, without compare.

What is this, I ask of thee?

Name it now with letters three.

 

 

If you know the answer, post your guess in the comment section below. I will confirm the correct answer when it is posted 😉