For that woman

You appeared in my restlessness
just at the right moment.
Maybe it was exactly that what I needed so: the voice of a nice woman, thus rough, thus warmly, then so jocularly.
If one asked whether I loved you in a kind: if I said: "Yes, it is right, I asked myself, why is this woman not my sister, because she should not be my lover?!"
The mysterious silence of the other?
It let me doubt whether he has become the right father for my child. Yes, once I made the wrong decision in which I chose him!