How can one be in love with two?
I do not know, do you?
When neither feeling one can lose
And therefore has to choose!
For one is meant to have several friends
To all of whom one tends
Yet every now and then
One takes a stroll into love's den
And once in a long while
They are more than one
With whom one navigates this Nile;
For whom one's heart is won
Is it because they're both good
That they're both wooed?
Or, because they're both bad
That they're both had?
For ultimately, a choice, one confronts
One, or the other, to affront
Yet it is both sides of the coin
That awakens one's loin
So that it finds its voice—
That choice of choice—
For since both cannot be had
One often alternates which, for now, is bad!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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