Laying here, thinking of you

My heart is spit- torn in two.

With her I’m happy, loved, complete

So why with her can you compete?

With her I have certainty,

But with you, only mystery.

With you is today, but with her is tomorrow;

With you could be happiness, though born of sorrow.

We laugh and smile while her I miss;

We share good times, but it’s her I kiss.

It seems that fate will try me true

By cursing me with loving you.

But this my heart cannot undo:

My love for her for something new.

For you within, a place reserved,

But to her without, my love is served.