My Decision

To be honest, true, and fair,

Love is an act of being unprepared,

I love death and he loves me,

He values my human fragility,

I have to rely on breath to play,

While he relies on full decay,

As the moon rises in the blue,

I make my choice in loving you,

Death is not my beginning or end,

He is my most present friend,

Showing me what I have not,

He makes me face what I don’t want,

A smile can be given as a gift,

Or maybe forced and taken swift,

Dearest death taught me to never lose sight,

That love is a battle that I have chosen to fight.