Why do we choose to love?
Do we like the feeling of when lust fades?
And all of the facades have been out played?
When the moment is quiet, there's nothing to say?
When the cards have been memorized, but we still play?
Why do we choose to love?
What about love seems so grand,
When the person you love can't feel your hand?
When they can barely see behind their own troubles?
And you sit in your thoughts, alone in your bubble?
You choose to love?
Could it be, it's not we?
That have chosen to love,
But a feeling, deep down, coming up to above.
To connect your soul, your head and your heart,
And remind you that you'd never want to be apart
You're reminded that the person who helps you juggle the mundane
Is the reason your soul, head and heart once went up in flame.
And regardless of where life has bored you into,
That person has a time capsule of all you've been through.
And with all of your ******* and rhythms and rhymes,
They still choose to focus on happier times.
They choose to love you and that's beauty to see,
To let loves loyalty trump better company.