The eternal three

by Tove Ditlevsen

(my translation)

There are two men in the world 
that constantly crosses my path
The first is the one I love
The second gave me his heart.

The first one roars in the tune of my blood
Where loving is pure and free
The second becomes one with the sadest day
That drowns the dreams for me.

The first one gave me a springlike blow
Of happiness, swiftly gone 
The other gave me his whole life
Of hours I gave him none.

The first is in a nightly dream
Living in the darkness of my mind
The second stands by the door of my heart
I never will let him in.

Every woman stands between these two
In love, beloved and free
It may happen once in a hundred years
That the two melt together becoming one.