I choose to love you,

Knowing fully well that my soul may someday bleed from the cuts you give me.

I choose to love you,

With  eyes like a child, I throw out my hands quite aware I might get burnt for loving you is like a game with fire.

I choose  to love you,

To feel the emotions of rejection if my heart is incapable from your view to satisfy your needs.

I still choose to love you.

For love is the fire that refines my soul into gold.

Love is what allows for the burn that reminds me as it heals that resurrection is real.

Love is the consuming fire that engulfs me until I become who he made me to be.

Oh this may sound selfish but loving you is about becoming truly ME.

So,  however this turns out, 

Thank you for the opportunity.

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