Do I have to

I love you. I love her. I love many others— Not two, not four, but more. You want me to love you, You and only you. You want me to love only you, And loathe the others. Do I have to love just one? Solomon, a wise man, Loved many. Why, then, must I love only one? I'm sorry—I can't. I can't be the one you want, The one you want me to be. I can't be yours alone. But there is a truth I hide, A truth buried in my heart. And I promise not to tell, Not even you. I want to use you. I don't hate you. I don't dislike you. Neither do I love you. But what I do know Is that I want to use you— Use you to reach my aim. Not only you, But all of you. I'm sorry, But that truth remains buried, Buried deep within my heart.