Love is a choice
When people ask me why i love you i give reason
reason explain the way you look at me, how you tie my shoes
reason going from even though he did hurt me
I love him because....
reasons how he dresses me when sore, reason like how he holds the door.
And i would smile and simply say.
Love found me, i fell this way.
I’d say things like Love picked me but really now i finally see.
I choose you,
cause love is a choice.
Its not something that over comes us,
its a commitment we take on.
Love is growth of two not one.
Love is deciding
you is who I rely on.
