Indecision

DO I love her?
Dimpling red lips at me pouting,
Dimpling shoulders at me flouting;
No, I don’t!

Do I love her?
’Prisoned in those crystal eyes
Purity forever lies;
Yes, I do!

Do I love her?
Little, wild and wilful fiction,
Teasing, torturing contradiction;
No, I don’t!

Do I love her?
With kind acts and sweet words she
Aids and comforts poverty;
Yes, I do!

Do I love her?
Quick she puts her cuirass on,
Stabs with laughter, stings with scorn;
No, I don’t!

Do I love her?
No! Then to my arms she flies,
Filling me with glad surprise;
Ah, yes I do!

Anonymous.