My ying, my yang..
Both answered the lonely song I sang..

Between these two my heart is torn...
Between these two I am forlorn...

Finding love not once but twice...
Wanting them both my only vice...

And what can I say of my two loves...
I found you both as wounded doves...

Both wounded doves, I nursed within my heart...
Now from neither I can part..

One dove healed and set free..
Yet she returned to me...

The other dove still hurt, kept close to me...
But I know soon she will also be free...

Set both doves free, so they would not be tame...
Returned to me both did just the same...

To both of you my heart you own...
But to neither I can belong alone...