I choose to be gentle with my heart;
bold, when the time is right.
I choose to be in the present with others,
or far away, alone, when I desire.
I choose to like little things ignored:
watching his lights come near,
counting his steps to my seat.
I chose to follow him, even when
I only saw his back, long before his
eyes lit my face.
I chose to love him,
and give only one reason – my heart
I chose to embrace him,
taint him with my reckless ways of loving.
I chose to awaken, after his disruptions
into my dreams, in my bed.
I choose to belong near, far,
wherever his feet may wander.
I choose to be his light in the dark,
his shadow, when he is alone and falling apart.
I choose to be a queen for his kingdom,
a hanging temptation in his gardens.
I chose then to land on his doorstep,
knock thrice on his shared haven.
So, I choose now to be his awaiting
answer, upon his return.