We do not choose the moment love appears,
Nor whom we love, despite our hopes and fears.
For love's a fate that comes without a sign,
A fleeting chance, a blink, a touch divine.
Without a reason, without time's command,
It blooms unbidden, like a grain of sand.
Though love may bring its anguish and its pain,
It still remains the truest of the plain.
The secret of life’s fullness it reveals,
A world beyond the logic that one feels.
To love one far or near, your heart is true,
And in that love, no other comes to view.
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