Choose! I say to you.
Choose wrong, your soul will despair.
The choice is my heart or my head.
One will flourish, the other ceases.
My soul cries for our love.
My soul cries in my heart and my head.
My choice is made, now for my bill is due.
My thoughts tell all, oh do I feel inept.
Choose! I say to you.
Choose wrong, you like I are blue.
C. D. Henley ©14-Jun-2011