carolbuckles (carolbuckles) wrote,

My Choice

Everytime I hear your voice

Reminds me that I had a choice –

My choice was you.


Everytime I say your name

My choice would always be the same –

Each time a-new.


In travel all around the world

Leaving port with sails unfurled –

I go with you.

The things that I leave behind

Confirm the vow within my mind –



I still hold true.

c2009 Carol Kerr Buckles

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