Vis-a-vis the question.

There is someone I care for,
Deep down in my core,
But the question I ask my heart,
“Is this but passion’s dart”,
“Or is it something more”,
“Something deep behind locked door”,
Do I just long with lustful flesh,
To in passion intertwine and mesh,
Or do I want to care and provide,
To shelter and take loving pride,
In my companion, my comrade,
Or is this simply a heart fad,
To be gone in the first storm,
Or when winter drives away the warm,
Would I care for her without beauty,
Or if I lost eyes to see,
Would I care for her if she only saw,
The spots on my soul which are raw,
If she spit upon my pride,
And sinister stilettos of sarcasms,
Cut my heart into chasms,
Would I love her still,
Even if I felt apathy’s chill,
Every time she touched me,
And all warmth, and compassion should flee,
Would I still do my duty,
Would I still be,
A loving honorable man,
And do all that I can,
To honor, cherish, protect, and love,
Her as my gentle dove,
Even if she was a serpent,
With all of hell bent,
On my destruction,
Is it that kind of affection,
If not, I should not act,
But to move away with tact,
But if it is,
Then vis-à-vis,
The question I ask my mind, my soul, my heart,
Shall I play which part?