Love will never let us choose.
Love itself is never a choice.
Let alone.
A person to fall in love with.
Mysteriously as it can be.
More mysteriously as it can get.
Looking at the horizon, endlessly.
There is no end to this world.
As there is no end to love and emotion.
This feeling is a gift.
A gift that choose it's receiver.
A gift that choose it's time and place.
But it's never the receiver's choice.
To choose or to make.
Being given this gift.
Is to cherish and to hold on to.
As the moment could be forever.
And forever could be a moment.
Love itself is never a choice.
Let alone.
A person to fall in love with.
Mysteriously as it can be.
More mysteriously as it can get.
Looking at the horizon, endlessly.
There is no end to this world.
As there is no end to love and emotion.
This feeling is a gift.
A gift that choose it's receiver.
A gift that choose it's time and place.
But it's never the receiver's choice.
To choose or to make.
Being given this gift.
Is to cherish and to hold on to.
As the moment could be forever.
And forever could be a moment.
