My Choice

When i love, I love wholly.

I don’t demand and I don’t force —

‘Coz I know who and what I chose

But if my choice turns out to be a mole,

Then I would speak and try once more.

If nothing seems to work,

Then it will always be my call,

To state and live my worth.


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