SONNET

To love two, and both with finesse,
love is, and love is more understood;
love thatwill be firmer against oblivion,
if its firmness rests on two bases.

Girls, if you cut me piece by piece
there are for you both; and well, it has always been
signal of subjection to give to party,
split me, and don't break my head.

Love and hate, already in the narrow field
of my heart battles have had
together in it, though distant from each other.

Well, if at a time maybe inside the chest
two opposite effects have already fit,
Why should not fit two similar ones?