Uncertainty
If I were sure of this
Then would I be in biz
But since I cannot say
Then my mind is amiss
To far from this task stray
If I were sure of this
Then I would feel such bliss
But in conscience nought flows
If you I cannot kiss
And time races and goes.
If I were sure of this
How much would I quiz
To find the answer true
For my analysis
To avoid feeling blue
If I were sure of this
Then would my soul capisce
On a much higher plane
Our hearts should join in bliss
To end all trace of pain
Copyright © Denis Bruce | Year Posted 2023
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