Love on one side,
Love on the other,
Like a life spiralling,
out of control.
The tug of one,
the pull of another,
how could one man dream,
of loving only one?
Her nose,
Her smile,
The way she kisses your hand,
The barbs she casually throws.
All little things,
perfect things.
Sweeter then a strawberry,
and deadlier then the dawn.
But, oh,
The many ways,
and the many ladies,
that send me spinning.
It's a tragity,
It's a truth,
that love is meant for two,
when a thousand deserve it.
Despite our silly need,
to cage what should be free,
Love will fly towards the morning,
like the dove or the honey bee.
So, emulate,
their fine example,
pucker your lips,
and send your love sailing.
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