2 / 6
I can’t decide which woman I want.
I fancy six but it comes down to two.
I will probably end up with none,
But as I always have given you, this is my truth.
Honestly it is frustrating.
Can’t be bothered with all the dating.
Just want to say will you be mine?
But still in my mind I can’t decide.
One I know to be quite lovely.
One to me is a complete mystery.
The one I know has little flaws.
The unknown quantity could possibly have more.
One is single and could be dated,
Whilst the other I don’t know if she wants to be dating,
Or already has a love of her own.
Choices are discussed with you on my phone.
That’s how it starts,
With a self-sent text message.
Want one of two to be my missus.
See them talk and want them both,
But I’m getting old and they are both so far and yet so close.
One has beauty.
One is beautiful.
One might be perfect,
Though that is doubtful.
So which shall I choose?
I will leave it to fate
And wait for the day,
They ask me out on a date.
But the time is approaching.
The day of love Valentine.
Will you be mine?
Or will I never shine?
Left for dead, because of my head.
Can’t have only heart in charge.
Lust may lead, but I want more.
I want a connection which will never part.
The next is my last.
At least that is what I hope.
Don’t want a million to choose from.
Just a sign that says go,
An answer which is not no,
And a woman who understands why I say ‘nope, nope, nope’.
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