Shadow Of Doubt Shadow of doubt Punctuality: slack. Yet always forthcoming with Sexuality; Never short of a drink or three. Little gestures of 'you love me'; Wouldn't hurt once in a blue moon, Together with the openness of mind for it occasionally to be 'just you and me' or 'let's be three'; or simply even, 'let's be'- The thing is, I think I love you; But the shadow of doubt hangs over me like a storm cloud, waiting to explode at any given slight which resonates with past mistakes and failures. It's not fair! Why should I regale you for others' mistakes? Should I just accept them with grace and move on? Should I?Would I?Can I?...