TORN

One is now the other is a dream of a man who could of been.

Two men with opposite personalities,
Both brave, strong and true.
I love them both,
How am I to choose??

One blonde, with eyes the color of a storm
and skin as pale as the moon.
Sweet is he, Kisses my hand like I am a maiden of old,
Looks at me like I am only his alone.
Kisses me with such passion as I've never seen.
We talk, play and enjoys each others company.
He tells me he loves me and wants to marry.
I do love him, different than the other, but I do.

The other, deliciously darken every way, almost evil,
Is a lover and a fighter but is broken.
He is just a far away dream,
A man that I've met but dreamed of what he would be;
My Arabian knight here to show me what true love is.
When we touch, my skin trembles and I grow rather hot.
But, my sweet will never be mine,
He is broken, he lives a broken life, and he will die broken.
Yet, I love him just as much as the first, but different.