Intransigence

I was listening to a therapy talk Often it helps to calm you down, you know And this went on defining love as a prejudice Something similar to a preferred choice, may be. And, at a point, it suggested to close eyes, for thinking about the face of the supposed beloved For reminding that happiness is more important than love A conscious choice, cautious also, could be. I closed my eyes, sitting there, blank and blind. Life is too swift to guess sometimes, yet one of a kind. I felt, I was not blank and not blind, any more And I thought about the options, preferred choices. And I decided to cherish that face, I saw, then and there.