What's Worse

What's worse? To find true love But not be able to hold him, Kiss him, or cry in his arms? Or to know a love only half As wonderful, half as true, And half as alive... But him be always by Your side, willing to protect? We all search for the answer. A love so intense and So powerful, yet so far away Is difficult to deal with. Soldiers risking their lives, or Men wrongly accused of crimes, Torn away by hatred and greed. You know you can never Find a greater, truer love Or a more desirable soulmate. But how can you love someone Who is gone - a human being Practically imaginary? Versus someone to hold, love, Talk to, and always be at Your side when you need them? But this present love In the flesh and in reach Is only half as strong. Like a glass of whiskey Half full of melted ice, It is diluted, unpure. With every sip, you desire A more outstanding effect. But if can never happen. No matter how much whiskey You put into that glass Nothing seems to work. What is a love That is only partly True and incomplete? How does one choose?