  I’m not sure this feeling inside. Her face, rekindled fire in my soul, Yet thoughts away, to hide them I’ve tried. Apart and incomplete; with her I am whole. So in toil to figure out Thoughts impure, yet all I know. Why question, when missing i search in doubt? Fine – But two dancers crowd a show. If is perfect; why is pensive, Yet always my dreams sustain. Question why; dream if. A chance I’ll give. Lose ninety-nine, for a dollar to gain? 
