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.