The Steady Choice

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When the world is hushed and slow,  

Your name inside begins to glow.  

In quiet moments, soft and bright,  

Love’s gentle whisper takes its flight.  

  

It’s not a spark that fades away,  

But a warm and steady ray- 

A promise kept, a vow renewed,  

A choice to love, forever true.  

  

Not just words or fleeting sight,  

But choosing you through day and night.  

In busy times or peaceful rest,  

To hold you close, I do my best.  

  

When sun wakes up or stars appear,  

I say again, I hold you near.  

With every breath, with all my might,  

I choose you still, with pure delight.  

  

Love’s not a moment’s fleeting flame,  

But a light that calls your name.  

A gentle dance, a steady song,  

To love you right where I belong.  

  

Chosen, again and again, I stand- 

With open heart and willing hand-  

Because in loving you I see,  

The greatest choice that set me free.  


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