Here I am in another dilemma...caught between two forces as always...
one is light and lacks mystery i always know what was meant to be said but never what was meant to be heard
the other dark and honest i always hear what is said and am dying to hear what comes next
one buys me wine one tickles my feet
one flatters with inquiry one teases with sparkle
one can speak one can relate
both have ryhthem...each of their own kind
one comes first so ill take it one at a time