28/01/2026
Love, a choice and not a feeling
I’m not a love expert, but here is what I’ve learned:
Love is a choice a bridge that’s willingly burned
When you stay faithful through uncertain skies,
And choose to see with love-blinded eyes.
A choice so deep, it can defy the mind,
A truth you feel but cannot quite define.
This choosing grows you, strips the old disguise—
True maturity is seeing with clear eyes:
You cannot make a single soul remain,
No perfect act can break love’s silent chain.
Yet still you stay, when every doubt says "go,"
Because commitment is a seed you sow.
Not bought with cash a man may bring to bear,
Nor just a woman’s tenderness or care.
It’s not in gifts nor in the nights spent close—
It’s in the choosing, when an easier road shows.
So when the world offers a brighter view,
The question waits for me and waits for you:
When better options knock, will I still say
That in your arms I choose to stay?
And will you, when tempted, turn and see
That you still turn and faithfully choose me?
