Razors edge

sweet and sour, soulful sorrow what I feel this hour, nor tomorrow will tell the tale of what is on the horizon an no amount of guessing will enlighten me to whether my hopes have merit nor will the answers arrive through tarot I have to gamble my heart, what remains while the urge to flee from pain, I refrain all I can do is pray that I chose right that I wasn't blinded by love at first sight I want so desperately to believe in what I can't possibly conceive that one such as I can find a future wife rather than more strife or a knife in this life.