The Choice

He pours his heart into the bowl of life

Translucent and bright, it spins round and round

Holding none in reserve, it’s not his fault

Life is to be lived unto the fullest

Partial commitments dull love ev’ry time

If both are not invested, why bother?

Cull the verge and let true love blossom forth.

One way or the other, a heart will break

Can she live with, losing the one she loves,

A rehashed fantasy haunting her steps?

The choice is harrowing but must be made.

One knows, the other does not… What to do?

Live and love in a life of hidden truth

or rejoice in the acceptance of love?

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