"The Choice"

By Brianna Scatorchia

I ask thee but one question,

how does love happen? 

Does it bloom like the daffodil,

timed perfectly to greet the morning dew? 

Does it arrive like drifting wood, 

unexpectedly upon distant shores?

I think not,

because love does not happen.

Love is a choice.

The Choice. 

And my love,

I choose you. 

I choose you 

for I breathe deeply, sleep soundly, and trust wholly.

I choose you 

for loving all I am,

and teaching me to love me too.

I choose you 

for filling my days with the sound of your laughter,

for brightening the dark recesses of my mind

and leading me home when the night unfurls.

I choose you 

for my partner in this life 

and the next,

for nurturing our dreams

and weathering turbulent storms.

I choose you 

for your quiet love,

which hugs my soul with your tranquil colors.

I choose you 

for carrying the heaviness of my world,

for supporting my wavering foundation 

for permitting my wild spirit to soar.

I choose you 

for choosing me too.

And I know every universe 

carpeted throughout space, 

gliding toward the infinity of time,

holds a version of me

who unequivocally chooses

a version of you.

By Brianna Scatorchia