What do I do,
When my heart loves two?
I cannot choose,
For my heart will bruise.
The affection I have for both,
Is still undergoing a rapid growth.
And yet, each is different,
In its own way, each is magnificent.
For the first,
My love is an undying thirst.
It's slow and it's pure,
It makes me feel secure.
It's not based on physical needs,
His affection for me never seems to recede.
He is warmth and home,
To him I'll come back no matter how far I roam.
He reminds me of coffee,
Something without which my days would be groggy.
Has such beauty which beckons,
Me to come closer,
But as I do, I lose all composure.
His eyes drive me wild,
Give me goosebumps and have my emotions riled.
And yet, he has the softest touch,
When he kisses my forehead, it's a little too much.
He reminds me of wine,
A drink that fills me with calm and tells me all is fine.
I love both of them,
For me, each is a precious gem.
Choosing is near impossible,
There's no outcome which doesn't seem horrible.
Does this make me a bad person?
Do you think I'm playing with both for fun?
Because that's the last thing I intend to do,
I care too much about them to cause ado.
My heart hurts,
Knowing that one will desert.
But c'est la vie and all that crap,
You have to choose and pray it's not a mishap.