I can chose who to care,
Who to protect,
Who to share life with,
But I can never chose wid whom to fall in love with
Cuz love is not a choice it is destiny…
All love at first, like generous wine,
Ferments and frets until ‘tis fine;
But when ‘tis settled on the lee,
And from th’ impurer matter free,
Become the richer still the older,
And proves the pleasanter the colder.
