The Choice

Loving you is a choice.

A waking decision

that pads itself in hope.


A list of what still moves

and rises up to meet you.


There is no secret

to holding me close.

Just hold me

like I am something you would love

Instead of something you would break.

Like love is something you must make

Instead of something you must take.

Like love is an endless quest

Instead  of a momentary rest.


Love isn’t for pleasant sake.

It’s a choice you make.