Choice

My thoughts fill with words I'm afraid to speak,
So in my confusion, my lips touch your cheek.
You smile at me and I feel your youth.
You seem so mature, but is it the truth?
And if I would give myself to you,
Thus yielding my body as others do,
Would you again be here with me?
Each time I looked, what would I then see?

I'm living a life now safe and secure,
Afraid to dare, though fully mature.
One moment of choosing to take a chance
Could alter my life forever -- one glance
From YOUR smiling eyes could tip the balance --
The love of a lifetime, or only a dalliance.
Would you again be here with me?
Each time I looked, what would I then see?

by Eve Adam, a.k.a. Harmonic Eve

June 30, 2007