Two Hearts, One Soul

By Feeré Goroné

My fair-haired beauties,

I long to stroke both your heads,

Of golden tresses.

But I know my fate, to wander whichever way.

One day, I shall find my other half,

In one of the fair-haired ones.

But for now I am an ambassador,

Existing in both,

But desiring only the other.

Ah, cruel destiny,

That both my hearts should be separate!

That my soul need be split between two!

To live in both, and with both

Is sometimes too much.

But I know which heart is true,

And we await each other.

‘Til then I exist with nothing.

Existing for only three reasons.

Incredulous that a promise, a heart, and a word,

Even to a Goddess,

Could hold me here.

* * *

My golden-haired beauty,

Of the prison I live,

As I stare into your eyes,

I wish them brightest blue,

And not deep grey.

But I have been here too long,

And as my heart cries in silent agony,

As it is split between two.

As I hold my truest in my arms,

Why do I yearn for my prison?

Has my heart become two?

I hold the one of my prison,

In my arms,

And find both comfort and longing.

I know which is my true heart,

I know where I belong,

And I know that I would not have it another way,

Not if the heart of my purgatory were to woo me.

But then why do I yearn for my prison?

When I know what truly lies ahead?

The fair-haired one of my exile,

Has a hold on my heart,

Just as strong as the one

From my paradise.

* * *

But what is this?

My heart of my prison’s

Hold is stronger than I first thought,

And my exile no longer forces me to weep,

At least, not in the same way.

My eyes are dry now.

All the tears are gone.

The one of my home seems

But a fond memory.

A memory of Heaven and Hell,

Memories I await.

For I shall not return home

To the arms of my truest,

Not even if she of my prison were to perish.

* * *

I look to death

Not as the end, but the beginning.

I await the final embrace,

So I can return home,

To my truest love.

* * *

My truest and I,

We are reunited.

Not to meet for some time,

But we know our destinies.

I am not worried,

With that in mind.

I look at my exile

From another perspective.

Just a side-trip,

In the road of Eternity.

That is not to say that my feelings are diminished,

For the grey-eyed one is among

The few who can make me smile,

And the only one of my prison,

Who makes me smile when she does.

I look to the future,

With hope in my heart,

Confident that everything will work out.

I realize now,

That my heart is not divided between two.

No, it has simply grown to accommodate both loves.

One that I await for eternity,

And one who is almost in reach.