Ye people, who speak of love,
Long after the first one is done,
Ye only fool some dove:
Numerical love is but a fun.
Fun from the side one, or both,
Befooling for marriage or lust,
Justified by taking an oath,
Alas! First one was the pure most.
Cometh which by itself,
Others are but dragged,
First one fools itself,
Others befool to be begged.
The former one nothing knowst,
Later ones almost spy the host.
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