The Wrong Decision

He's here, I know he loves me

Standing far below my balcony,

He says, “Oh, my love, you stand far above

I see you beckoning me to come, to climb

Up the lattice replete with thorning vines

But my poor hands would be ripped and torn

I can do naught, but gaze at you and mourn.”

He calls again, “Why not jump? I’ll catch you.”

My heart fills with love. Up I climb, stand

On top of the railing, so brave and bold,

I jump, I shout, "I love you!" My dress billows out.

But then he turns and sneezes. I blow past like a breeze.

Crash on the ground. I’m broken and smashed.

Lying there, I know I'm such a bloody mass alas

He says, “Sorry I didn’t catch you. But oh gosh,

I must say, you are absolutely quite a mess."

Then he makes a bold sweep with his hat

Says, “Sorry, but I really think I must dash.”

In a fading voice. I can only murmur,

“Oh dear, I guess he loves me not.”

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