We love who we love whether we should or not.
When we look at others, we feel the pull of them, but not the same kind of pull exerted,
when we look at the one we've allowed entry and residence in our heart.
Obsession, or true love, aren't they both fearsome.
Survivor's of either gain a maturity and ability to forgive not common,
if they can still care for each other, when no longer together,
after this dance of dreams.
Why blame anyone or ourselves,
when our minds can't control the choices of the heart.
Should our minds decide never,
when our hearts don't know what kind of always,
but believe there will always be an always.