Four Hearts, One Love

I love one man for his steady hand, Strong and sure like the shifting sand. He holds me close, he keeps me warm, A shelter standing through any storm. Another man, so wild and free, A raging fire consuming me. His laughter lights my darkest days, His touch ignites me in wicked ways. The third, a poet, soft and sweet, His words a song, his love elite. He paints my world in hues so bright, A love like whispers in the night. And then there's one who sees my soul, Knows my cracks, yet keeps me whole. His quiet strength, his knowing gaze, A love so deep it sets me ablaze. Four men, four loves, all true, all real, Each one gives me something to feel. Is it wrong to want them all? Or is love too vast to fit one call?