To love or not to love: that is my deepest struggle:
Shall I turn away from the whisper of happiness,
Rejecting all chance of pain, of anguish, of pure joy
Or follow my heart's yearnings
And be free of regret. To risk, to jump,
In faith; and by jumping to say that I might
fall and shatter my heart. It is the
Decision of the century. To risk, to jump,
To jump, and perhaps to fly; yes that is
The temptation, for after flying will
I ever be contented to walk again-
Oh I dare not say-that is why
I fear love and all it represents.
For who shall pick up the pieces of my heart
the shattered bits, on the ground with nothing
holding it together, and he gives me nothing,
not even a hint, no promise of protection,
of desire. Yet just a glance, a meeting of eyes
would satisfy me; for now.