It is not that I am torn
It is more that my mind
Seems to go just wherever it damned well chooses
I have been in love before
I am in love again now
Images & memories, that my mind frequently abuses
If on occasions forlorn
If caught on barbs that bind
I am resigned to follow her, go wherever she pleases
If to think of that spotlit dance floor
To shuffle so lightly, my how
With footsteps and body sways; she poses, she teases