Torn between Winds

The sun goes down over one horizon

It's never torn between two options

Struck to the fear of nothing and silence

But it could never follow its conscience

Blue eyes, green eyes, which pair?

To which shall my heart and soul desire?

To which does my body feel a flare?

To which does my heart beat with fire?

Blue eyes comes with a choir and symphony

His stance straight and his mind bright

They sing like angels so brilliantly

His hand awaits to take me through the night

Green eyes is a one-man show of a solo

Though confident, he is still so meek

His actions speak more than his words aglow

When I'm with him, I finally could speak

Both promise oaths worth much more than gold

Alas, one could not choose the both of them

For a heart could never be halved and sold

Oh God, without at least one what shall I become?