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From where it comes, I do not know.
It's been with me this I'll show.
The curse I have, the curse I shun,
The curse of loving more than one.

The world relates, yet won't condone,
Perhaps it's given, to me alone,
The urge to feel the love for two.
I curse has left me more than blue.

To care for man, and woman kind,
Is Gods high rule, this you'll find?
And yet this man is looked upon,
As cursed, despised as though a con.

And yet this man is criticized
His morals checked and analyzed,
His actions watched and motives searched,
As though he's set upon a perch.

But love can be and mostly should,
Abound in us, and maybe could
Bring more happiness and joy,
Not possessions like a toy.

Love is something you should hold,
It's too fragile, I am told.
This thing happens but one time,
That's why I chose to write this rhyme.

To help explain the curse I've found,
Perhaps it's rare, could it abound,
Among the others, I'd like to see,
Is this curse on more than me?

For if it were, then it would prove,
That it's man's nature, living proof,
That love can reach out many arms,
I wish it would be without harms.

The truth still is, will always be,
That love is shared by you and me,
And no another would enter in,
I guess that would be called a sin.

And so the curse is set for me,
To love another, this I see.
Just don't forget that I love you.
I know you don't believe it's true.

I am cursed with feelings of love
A gift from God almighty above,
A seer of beauty and am cursed,
That is why I wrote this verse.

Discoveries that I have found,
When caring for two or more abound.
A sweet warm thought comes flooding through.
When I think of them and you.

I should relate, my thoughts about,
This love I want to share and shout.
Is not a lust of sex alone?

Although that too bites to the bone.

I'm speaking of the tender heart,
The sharing song, the thoughts apart
Togetherness that makes you sing,
Not just some torrid summer fling.

Best wishes are, a soul-felt must,
A thing that binds, friendship and trust
A physical thing could surely bring,
A clash of friends the end to sing.

Apologies from me to you,
I guess are needed, I'm so blue,
To love someone and share the time.
To share these thoughts, to write this rhyme.

I'm sorry that my love is true,
Too more than one, yet that won't do.
And so my torture, is to be,
To suffer right along with thee.

The curse is being soft inside,
Or perhaps weak or maybe pride,
It could be lust or just plain need,
I beg you understand my plea.

To hurt you isn't what I want.
I love you too; this thought will haunt,
My every move this I believe,
The loss of you, I'd surely grieve.

The truth is I love you alone,
This behavior I won't condone,
But this feeling I had to share,
The curse of being one to care.

As curses go, this isn't the worst,
Actually, I place it first.
For joy can come from love that's shared,
For those of us who came prepared.

This behavior is not so bad,
Even though it makes you sad.
To give, and recie3ve love is good.
It's man and God's heavenly food.

So why consider it a curse?
Why waste all these words of verse,
If it is good proudly proclaim,
That loving more than one is sane.