Standing before. 2 choices
both so nice, lovely and tempting.
One too far, the other too close.

Should I lean East, the newest will be.
Sweet of face and hair, lovely.
But much too close for comfort sake.

Should West by my way, The more firm stones do I tread.
Who knows how life will go this way?
I could only guess.

Both present happiness, I presume anyway,
Though one way would tear the others soul,
The other way would not know any better.

Who am I to choose between this?
I'm a Fox in the Bushes, and cover I have,
My mind, dear sweet, save me,
This just is not safe.