Love, the most stubborn confusion, yet the sweetest grace of all.

Two Paths, Two Loves

Love, the most stubborn confusion,

yet the sweetest grace of all.

Two paths, two loves, two places

where my soul feels whole.

Two paths, two loves, two places

where my soul feels whole.

Chaos in my mind,

my thoughts torment me:

two women, priceless both,

with whom I play, shameless,

and my mind brands me guilty.

A sadness, a longing in my soul;

I love them both, and with both

I long for a settled life.

How wretched I am, my conscience torments me;

I am a tyrant.

How can I walk with both and, at once,

love them mutually?

I am a man — why do I question the matter?

This is my nature; why should I be surprised

at myself? Cold and shameless;

tyrant and violent.

I am a man who does not betray

his nature, who breaks

the hearts of tender women.

How wretched I am!

A tyrant, a destroyer of souls.

Perhaps the love of both is shared, and,

if the game goes on, one will reach the altar

and the other will become the mistress.

Both will bear the shamelessness

of a reckless, cowardly man.

In the end I will choose one, and, perhaps,

bring pain to the other, but I can no longer

bear being so cowardly and wretched.

Such is the love of a tyrant man,

a destroyer of souls.

Feeling.

Love is a troubled theme, poorly understood

by many. For two beings to stay together

seems dull — merely an idealizing

of the relationship, of what love means.

But here I wish to dwell on the moment

when two people love each other and together

fulfill their needs — amorous and intimate,

social and private alike.

To remain together a whole life, to share

so much time, can become tedious, and simply

fall into routine, which is often

what unravels a solid bond.

Yet, in a way, it is coherent to think this,

for we are all human, and we need

to change things, to live other loves,

other experiences. This may be

poorly understood by many, but it is

a reality that many live.

The verse that follows reflects this thought

with the coherence of being: the one who errs

and understands his reasons; and so the thought

completes itself in TWO PATHS, TWO LOVES,

TWO PLACES WHERE MY SOUL FEELS WHOLE.