Married men do flirt and court women most discretely, Seeking love to fill a need never filled completely. Wanting more than one or two ready in their ardor. Dreams of harems full of wives secretly they harbor. Women wince when they learn of lovers’ secret passions, Saying how they would not thus treat him in that fashion. But when love does comes to them, they in love return it, Even though they told their mate they would always spurn it. So the dance whirls madly on, goes without completion, Men and women seeking love, followed by contrition. Would that love were taken as something meant for sharing, One to one to one and more, chains of gentle caring.