Eros is not a tyranny. 
It’s a two-party system where every vote counts.
Each fresh union, vast and unbloodied, 
Is governed by our Declaration of Independence,
A stretch of hard inked parchment
Preserving freedom’s iron law:
We hold these truths to be self-evident,
That all loves are equally apt to fade,
Should either Creator employ certain unalienable Rights,
That among these are Choice, Autonomy, and the pursuit of Others.
That’s how it goes. 
The Founding Fathers knew freedom wasn’t always fun.
Poetic or not, the shot heard ‘round the world 
Meant a lot of mangled men and redcoats made redder. 
Still, we defend our freedom of choice and our right to exposure,
Because the charging sovereign love that 
Syncopates hearts in marching fourths
Can never be forced.
It can only be chosen by two wills,
A majority vote in favor of risk.