The Choice

What is this? Do we make a pair? I don’t even know now.

I love your kiss, and when you whisper you care, but with my mistakes I wonder how?

I sit here all alone and can’t help but think

I’m so close to the edge, on the very brink

Of two separate and unknown lives

Of two terrifyingly different wives

What do I do now? How can I possibly know?

Under this pressure, my strength begins to bow.

Is it possible? Can I really love two?

Or maybe neither of them is right, and all I need is You