Is it yes or is it no
You’ve got to let me know
I don’t want anything in between
You can accept me
You can reject me
I don’t want to be a king without a queen
You can be weak or strong
You can be right or wrong
But nothing in between
Don’t want acts
Just the facts
So we don’t make a scene
Loose end may become unraveled
If we seek the road less traveled
Avoid any direction yet unseen
Like fruit not picked becomes rotten
The world of maybes can easily be forgotten
Because a relationship can turn obscene
Don’t need to pray or confess
I want it to be more not less
Don’t want that mess in between
Don’t need drama or suspense
Or who’s on offense or defense
I want the slate to be clean
The guessing game never works
And pretending is for jerks
If you know what I mean
So don’t bring your best disguise
Just look into my heart, it never lies
It knows nothing is routine
So tell me now, not later
The truth is a great motivator
With no hidden agenda in between
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Like fruit not picked becomes rotten The world of maybes can easily be forgotten'... Well said Alfred...a truth that would taste sour to many, very sweetly spoken out in these lines...10