The Choice
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Some say love‘s a feeling, I say that’s an empty word
Some say it’s a state of mind, conditional and manufactured ⠀⠀ Is it a thing we fall into like some cosmic accident? A purposeless connection destined only to relent? ⠀⠀ I’ll politely pass if that’s truly love’s design But I believe that soul exists who mutually declines ⠀⠀ This world’s inadequate counterfeit version of the word So I’m still searching for the music where the Melody is heard ⠀⠀ Above the racket and confusion of chaos and despair Beyond the substanceless attraction and shallow words that two could share ⠀⠀ Even as aesthetics bow to entropy and time The kind of Love I speak of will be the ever-growing, giving kind ⠀⠀ Because Love has never been a fleeting feeling or a thing Love is a choice, Love has a name: 𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 |
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