Do we choose to love
Or is that choice made from above
Do the stars and moon have to align
Or is it simply by design
Do elfs sprinkle us with fairies dust
Or do our phermones collide and  combust
Do we instinctively recognize our soul mates
Or do we have date 100 mistakes

We can not demand love
We can not command love
We can stage seduction
We can mount a courtship
Illusions dancing together
But not love 

Love is a force of nature

Oh the sin I've been in,
let it trouble me no more.
I know I am forgiven,
the question now is what for?
To torture myself into Eternity...
or to walk through some newly opened door?
I think the purpose burns on the inside of me,
to be haunted never more.
I dream of things He reveals to me.
Like coveting what is not mine.
And I turn from this completely,
relaxing in my bit of time.
There is no such as a life that is better than mine.
I am convinced I have been given something
utterly Divine.