I felt it coming
Strange monsoon
I was stretched and compressed
The heart harpoon
Pierced me
And I, voluntarily stood in its way
I chose my final resting place
Chose a body in which to lay
And I was born into your life
And taught you all you know
You chose to Love?
No, Love chose you.
Angharad Davies
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-decision-to-love/
