Love And It's Gamble Of Decision Poem by Mr. Cheese

Every piece of sense in me
Burning for her notice
Its as if I want to take all measures for her attention
But without my exploitation, complete secrecy

She sends me signals
All direct, but directly in puzzle form
Do I approach her
Or is my mind exaggerating her kindness

My mind, no longer a thinker
But a slave to confusion
Questions I ask myself
With answers I can't give myself

Do I ask fate what she wants
Or do I grab it in the way I would her
Warm and gentle
Accepting whatever it gives me