a choice

to love is a choice

to love is a choice

to love is a choice

i find it around the corners of buildings,

i find it buried in the dirt,

i find it in accepting them as they are 

and not living in the memories of who they once were.

i find it in needless tears and torn hearts,

i find it in weak hands and the choice not to speak,

i find it in broken guitar strings and low voices,

and

i find it in allowance.

the allowance of letting love flow not only through me,

but through the things i love.

the allowance of being selfless.

the allowance of the things i can control.

because sunlight is a soft and warm love,

and moonlight loves to light up the shadows.

the wind comes to give lovely hugs,

and you love me.

but i cannot control those.

i can make the choice to love you

even when it brings me nothing.

selfless love.

to love is a choice.

so make it count.

♥♥