Three, so now there's three,
I recollect a time before this time when there were three,
Sadly, I remember not what I did back then with three,
One is an aged wine, beautiful and desirable,
One is first morning's light, brings a smile to all,
One is the sprit of adventure and mystery, overwhelming in a good way,
Three, all different yet all the same,
Confused? So am I,
Maybe I dream too big, maybe this is all a dream,
Can one be the one?
Or is this just a dream I never wake up from?
Three, just three, that I opt not to test,
Maybe I want three while there might only be two,
Or...maybe there is none and I just can't see that,
Do I blind myself with fancy thoughts of interest,
When plainly before stands three who care and that's all?
Three...they all mean so much to me, I see that and know that much.