To Love is to Choose.

Never was love
A mere result of chance,
Nor will it ever be
A consequence of destiny.
For to love is to choose…
To choose to serve,
To surrender and
To soar beyond the evil of the heart and the world,
Beyond deception and fear.
It is magical
Yet does not come by magic.
It is shaped and worked:
A tree,
Growing from a strong yet small seed;
A burning fire,
so strong,
so hot,
so dependable on wood or it will die;
A powerful decision that few make;
A true dream
But not a fantasy;
Neither image nor reflection
But the wonder of reality;
Neither chance nor luck
But the power of a choice.
For to love is to choose,
Like I do today
To love you.