Undecided...

She is subtle and charming
And very discreet
And her answers are compact,
Precise and quite neat,
While her eyes have a soulful
And passionate glare,
And whatever she'd say
Seems intriguingly fair.
Could it be that beneath
This upper crust
Lies a hot shadow
Which can burn me to dust?
Pray, answer me
In all fair esteem
What, precisely,
Thy nature might be?
If what seems apparent is true,
I'd never want anyone but you
But if the shadows hold true
Which dwell beneath,
I beg you, my flame,
Let's just wait and see,
For my wings are delicate
And my soul sensitive,
And never my old self I'd be.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2006 Alfred Charasz