Love is like a friendship caught on fire.
In the beginning a flame, very pretty,
Often hot and fierce,
But still only light and flickering.
As love grows older,
Our hearts mature
And our love becomes as coals,
Deep-burning and unquenchable.
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…
