Confronting the Dilemma of Doubt
They both have the same color of eyes,
one is funny, the other is not;
an error in judgment means a lot...
happiness or sadness I realize!
They both seem so honest and nice,
the younger one dreams in colors;
the older one whispers nuptial words...
will I be cheated or smile in surprise?
They both seem to care by being so tender,
not seeing the uncertainty in my glances;
I hate when the envious one just stares,
and the quite one brushes her frizzy hair.
And so alone confronting the dilemma of doubt,
I must diligently choose one to keep for a lifetime,
but things get worse and I act in pantomime;
with lights out, fears grows quicker than a sprout.
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2010
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