Only two.

A Poem by snowdrop

Internally divided,
Splitting at the seams.
One holds my sunshine,
the other my dreams.

Three hearts. Tangled. Entwined.

How the heart wavers.
Before I saw my path with perfect clarity and light.
Now the path is clouded by
muddy tears and fright.

For those I'll wound,
brave soldiers,
fighting alone for the one truth,
the one light,
the one love.

One. Two. Three. Two