Sonnet VI

On one cold night she did divulge a truth,
Apologies that fended off my thought
Of intellect. I did recall our youth
And wronged soliloquies which my heart caught.
No words were rendered under sense of mind.
In place of them were simple words of doubt,
Concerning authenticity. If blind
Love be, as sayings go, I walked without
My sense. Could chance appear for unrequite?
Did luck arrive for my unwav'ring hope?
Or was it false, to quell my dreams in spite,
And draw the tears to flow, to never cope.
Still I stand at a crossroads over vast
Decisions, and of love, that time has passed.