Is it wrong?

Is it wrong,

If my heart beats

For two loves?

 

Is it wrong,

That my desires

Are made whole

By two doves?

 

Is it wrong,

That in one my intelligence

Is satisfied and in her

My reason flowers?

 

Is it wrong,

That in the other

My emotions are elevated,

Ranging from sunlight to showers?

 

Is it wrong,

That my heart is divided,

No longer in my will,

Longing to be complete?

 

Is it wrong,

That in me beat two hearts,

As they attempt to dominate one another,

The power of my mind obsolete?

 

Is it wrong?

And yet, I see the shadows

Of sacrifice.

On must be lost.

 

Is it wrong,

That my heart refuses to choose,

Separated in itself like

Sun and Moon?

 

Is it wrong,

That my heart longs for

The Daughter of Rome

And the Daughter of the West?

 

And two hearts beat in me,

Two souls long in me,

Two minds ponder in me,

Two wills fight in me.