out of your own will of mind and spirit.
love, however, apparently does its own choosing
out of its own purpose and time ...
it happens.
for now, let it be enough for me,
choosing to be happy with your voice
the infinite reach of your mind
the delicious wanting.
but as for this love that chose us
it is here, and in the time that is left
in what fellowship of mind shall we take it?
to will an extraordinary thing into being
or leave it as it lies, in some past life?
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