Love is not romance,
Love is a choice
So perhaps I’ve found
The one I’ll choose
To…
I have a sudden fear – of a word
A word I threw around before
But for the first time in my life
The rain doesn’t threaten to pour
So I’ll keep that word
Under lock and key
In case the rain comes back again
But now and again
I open up to see
That word, waiting like a friend
Like a friend who waits to be more
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