CLASS ACT

Some men say I'm a class act
Some guys say that I have a style
While you have never said much
These days – I think I'm on trial

At times – perhaps – I am coy
Some men have called me a tease
But you don't call me at all
You do what ever you please

It breaks my heart right in two
I feel my spirit fall down
I try so hard not to cry
My smile turns into a frown

My head is finally clear
I wonder – if you have gone
And I can't fathom the fear
Should you decide to move on