The one I have known for so long.
His life has been seemingly intertwined with mine from the beginning of time.
His eyes look at me full of wonder.
Yet I can't help but think there may be another.
I will not set myself up to be heartbroken.
He knowns the innermost of my being,
yet he won't admit anything.
I love him to the ends of the earth,
but would he ever love me?

The one I have just met.
He has this smile that could make my heart race for hours on end.
He is quiet yet I can see his brain moving a mile a minute as his eyes race around the room.
Quite the unlikely pair, but I have no doubt it would work.
He is sweet and gentle unlike most,
and he makes me calm as a breeze on a spring day.
I love him to the ends of the earth,
but would he ever love me?

The one I see from afar.
He has the softest eyes.
The clothes fit on his body like they were sewn around his chest.
He walks like he has not a place in the world to be.
Only spoken to me once but the words flowed like a writers words fall onto the paper.
I love him to the ends of the earth,
but will he ever love me?

I'm torn between three on opposite spectrums.
The genial popular, the quiet spectator, or the one I know nothing about.
It will probably end up being none.
I'm just torn at the moment into little fragments,
working on trying to put them all back together.