Which Way to Go?

Which way to go?
Which way to go?
My soul is pulled
To and fro.
White this way,
Black the other,
With no gray
to bind together.
True to myself
I’ll always be.
True to her?
We’ll wait and see.
For I’m afraid
There’ll come a time
When my feelings, to her,
Won’t be worth a dime.
But in the end,
When its all through,
The choice to be made
Will be made by who?

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