To get some one-act play,
To come but once, and not to stay,
This is called “the act of love,”
Or so most folks would say.
Hear now, one of my theories:
Love is no act, but a series.
It's not rash, not impulsive,
Not like Venus and Ares.
A single act is only just
The province not of love, but lust.
In emotional beast-havior,
In instincts they trust.
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