(There're no unfortunate stories,
Every whole sheet was once a torn leaf.
A fraud story; a genuine history.)

One is a digit of love,
One, *a union of two.
If and Choice got married.

If became a single parent
Coz there's no Choice.

Fear and Strength contradicts
While Faith was the youngest
of the brood of three.

If invites both Fear and Strength,
But as always, they fought with tears.
Fear meets Anxiety and refuses Strength.
Anxiety isn't good, for great Fear
turns to be an ocean's bliss.

Strength was accompanied with Courage,
Determination and Righteousness.
Yet Fear was so loud and with Anxiety,
They brought forth Sin.
Pride and Lust, both strongholds of Sin.

The young Faith was bold
And Forgiveness was on her side.
Strength and Fear both got numbered
And tamed by Grace who was a child.

History says that Choice left If
But the death of Choice depends on If.
If knows not that Choice is in her heart,
In the melody of her soul.

If is a Choice; for they're one in heart and soul.
Choice isn't certain without If.
And Fear, Strength and Faith
Don't ever depend on If and Choice alone.
The three of them preferred Independence
And moved into another world --
A new home with welcoming Hope and greatest Love
And History was left untold.

*(end of story)