If friend and lover were one and the same
successively, who then could say what spoils
belong to either left by the other’s claim?
Til then the matter through definitions toils.
My lover cannot violate my space.
A friend is limited to close approach.
A lover is more careful what she says.
On friendship jealousy can only poach.
My lover’s my possession, I am hers.
My friends become their friends crossbred at will.
I may have any number, none the worse.
We share all things but lovers mutual.
Does anybody suffer from confusion
which is a friend and which immortal fusion?
Edward Wright Haile
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/zz-319-if-friends-and-lovers/
