Love is not a choice

Love is not a choice, It's a feeling;

A feeling that you held for, someone very dear;

which interfered with your mind, when she was not near.

Revelation of your self, a cut that went deep;

It often showed a child, who could not sleep.

It was not sincere, for it tasted freedom;

From the safe and secure boundaries, it peeked out at random.

A prose that did, reach up to your lips;

Into the wilderness got stuck, within at your glimpse.

Source of compassion, so the heart easily forgave;

For it looked with hope, even at the beloved's grave.

The true heart knew, the mind made rule;

for the mind to follow, and the heart to bloom.

Love isn't a choice, for if it was so;

You could love anyone, you could let go