Chance has convened and my loves multiply. <br />So what to do should one of them tonight <br />come knocking, say, and several others lie <br />asleep in various angles of delight? <br /> <br />If she should take offense, I will be stung. <br />I don’t know what love is. A miracle? <br />It cannot be examined, only sung <br />with my whole heart! Where is my oracle? <br /> <br />Or should she not be, what can I assume <br />but that her love life is as rife as mine? <br />—which lends disgusting scent unto her bloom <br />and that leaves nothing in the other wine. <br /> <br />Tonight I will get up and chase her down <br />and just the two of us drive out of town.<br /><br />Edward Wright Haile<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/zz-320-my-loves-multiply/
