A polygamist with two or more in bed <br />might hyphenate his dreaming left and right, <br />putting them each in turn in natural plight, <br />and earn much leisure as they bore or bled. <br /> <br />Or bigamist, who steals his women’s time <br />and populates the world with his half-orphans, <br />is likewise feasible, but to his loved ones <br />a liar and a fugitive in crime. <br /> <br />But this exceeding wholesale breeding and so on <br />isn’t love, if it is even marriage, <br />or male and female in that temple where each <br />must find the other and together go on. <br /> <br />Leisure be damned, I know the human heart <br />will find one favorite like a sharpened dart.<br /><br />Edward Wright Haile<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/zz-204-it-isn-t-love-if-it-is-even-marriage/
