Torn
If mirrored in the other’s face
she found the image of the first
the choice would be no simpler.
The one—mature,
open, striking.
The other—sweet,
amusing, familiar.
He would be out of reach,
he would be hers for the taking.
If not for the smallest hope she were given,
would she make the easy choice
for better or for worse.
Would you give me a rose?
And you, give me a glance?
Either way, I’ll break my heart
And sell it.
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