Of Love and Choice
Your love for me is like the hardest rain.
The warmth of summer, held in every drop.
This love, my hope – a dream I would attain.
But now I fear, this rain may fall and stop.
Your rain I know as love, can soak and drown.
The sun may rise to take its depth away.
To gain, to lose, to love so deep; letdown.
A shadow stalks. What does my doubt convey?
My love for you both hurts and overwhelms:
With joy of life, a priceless wine in taste.
To think that love resides in counter realms:
Inside, I know the pain, of love displaced.
To fear to lose or love so deep and pure?
For love I choose… the one I most adore.
Copyright Revised January 2012
Gary Pilarchik
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