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In loving one one but encumbers
One who loves in plural numbers,
Love e’er should free and easy be
Choose he or she but we choose we.
The kind of love that you propose
Perhaps it works sometimes who knows.
I’ve no intention to impose
My will upon your own.
Said what is said just leave me free
To love two, four or twenty-three.
We’ll live love in equality.
Your failure to understand,
It warrants not your reprimand.
Our love has too its share of thorns,
Not least of which is others’ scorn.
Secure in many arms we lie,
And draw our lives down from the sky,
‘Til death -- we’re not so unlike you.
The difference lies alone in that your number totals only two.
So to your love, your only love, may ever you be true,
While I the same with all my loves and lovers’ loves shall do.
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