Today I choose to love
Sometimes to love
means to let it go
To open your hand
And let that bird
fly away
To hold your desire
To cut off that flower
To stop chasing
A falling star
or the end of the rainbow
I choose to love you
By saying good bye.
Do you see His work?
When you look around And smile at the beauty of a bright sunny sky When you hear birds singing on the trees Or tiny butterflies Working...
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