The Choice
I look up to see the stars and moon, bright
In the sky. I think of you and am filled
With an emotion that to me was willed
I am cold, dark; you are soft, light
Forcing me to the corners of the room
I stand in total awe of you beauty
Scared to ask, afraid you will reject me
If you say no, it will mean certain doom
If yes, all of my dreams are realized
I finally decide and make my move --
I walk towards you and see that you've
Turned to see me; I am very surprised
What are you going to say? Tell me true.
I'm leaving these final lines up to you.
©1997 Jason R. Cunningham
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