Chosen

Amoung the wooded willows
The love that was lost blossoms
Into a hope
That one day
We will keep our promises
That we so foolishly made

Love does funny things to a person
Like make them choose
Between what's good for them
And what they want

I have decided to go for what I want.
I have chosen you.
♠ ♠ ♠
Negativity:

I wrote this, sitting in the Hospital today. I hope it's fitting for our anniversery.

-Aviendia