Sometimes, the questions we ask ourselves are the hardest of all.

That's why I avoid them at all costs.

Questions like these?
Is it in marble?
Or is it in clay?
Is what I thought a new Rolls
A used Chevrolet?
What can account for these strange pitter pats?
Will this be the dream, the cream, the cats?
Have I the right hunch
Or have I the wrong?
Will it Bach I shall hear or just a Cole Porter song?
Is it a fancy not worth thinking of
Or is it at long last love?