Ghost

A ghost, a wraith, my shadow in the night,
How comforting, a soothing sort of chill,
But herein lies an oft encountered fright,
My floun'dring heart cannot do what it will.
A struggle even masters shall not win,
And though I thought myself immune at once,
Decoding feeling others spark within,
Proves as elusive as the love one hunts.
So it is here that I myself am torn,
Tween friendly love and passion on this eve,
The shivers from which sizzling passion's born,
Or true love's warmth the loyal shall receive.
Oh, what's this trembling soul supposed to do,
But wait 'till free so it can come to you?