They walked a very fine line,
the grey between the dark and bright.
He sometimes wondered why she felt so right.
Though love, he knew, it never was
and yet hate, it could not be,
‘cause hate just could not lead to such a wonderful cause.
A wine was poured, a coin was tossed
and it stood on its edge.
He almost smiled,
as the judgment proved his precocious thoughts.
She had been there all along,
had always been the wonderful friend,
and yet, he was tired of the gruesome trend.
Her happiness was a priority
and yet he couldn’t neglect his own any longer.
He had fallen before,
but the wounds had only made him stronger.
He wanted to know, he wanted to know.
The curiosity within him could no longer grow.
Did she love him,
or was it just a fake intuition?
He wanted to cross the bridge
without any hope or expectation.
Love me, he asked her,
or hate me, if you must.
An answer is all my heart yearns for
and it feels no less than a ruckus.
This fine line, I can no longer tread.
To nowhere, can it ever lead.
She just looked at him, and tried to smile.
There was nothing she could say,
the answer had always lain in her eyes.