Reflections within their eyes

One again I ruminate,
with each emotion driving me to contemplate time and space,
the lines on my face drawn from each smile,
and etched in the sand of which I am created.

When my loves become separated,
waves crash against the shores of my face,
salt water oceans, I taste on my lips.

Those I love, and have, not one but many,
each with different intensity degrees and variance,
yet a concurrence ardent, and cognitive.

My desire and need to offer of myself,
the urge compels, to strive to give,
to bestow upon, what no one else can,
yet with the bar set so high,
at times my loves infer I'm super human.