Am I foolish, am I vain
to indulge in love and its inevitable pain?
For to love is to lose, but to lose is to gain.
And so I choose love, whether heartache or rain.
And yet, with souls like the moon, we wax and wane
But still, we will grow, if we let love not refrain;
If we know the highest path comes with the steepest terrain.
And if, my dear, someday you must leave,
If your heart breaks mine, and I cry and I grieve,
Still, I will choose love, again and again
Still, I will love and
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