Undecided

She is subtle and charming
And very discreet
And her answers are compact,
Precise and quite neat
But her eyes have a soulful
And passionate glare
And whatever is said
Seems intriguingly fair.
Can it be that beneath
An upper crust
Lives a hot shadow
Which may burn me to dust?
Pray, answer me
In all fair esteem
What precisely thy nature
Might be or has been.
If what seems apparent is true,
I'd never want anyone else but you,
But if the shadows hold true
Which dwell deep beneath,
I beg you, my flame,
Just let me leave,
For my wings are delicate,
My soul sensitive,
And never again
My heart I could give.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz