Am I Afraid to Look?

On our recent nights of love,
We've gone through the rites of love,
But it seems we can't relax.
Why does the ritual
Appear so habitual,
And why can't I face the facts?

Am I afraid to look,
To see what our romance is,
To tabulate its chances,
To check each undertone?

Am I afraid to look,
To learn what our affair means
And if I should prepare means
Of going it alone?

When it is midnight,
I'm told that the masks come off
And partners then take stock.
It's almost midnight,
It's almost midnight---
Can't we turn back the clock?

You still can touch my hand,
And here I am possessed now,
But is it for the best now,
Or clearly for the worst?
Am I afraid to look
Or afraid that you've looked first?