The Choice

The bliss of being alone
the bliss of being with you?
What do I choose?
I realise I can't choose -
I have to just flow 
with what comes ,follow my heart as always.

Now that I'm growing old with you 
I still am the same little girl at heart
who chose you above all.
With or without you
is not a question anymore .

You reside in me ,
had made my heart your home 
many years ago.
So what if the door is a bit 
rusted and creaks when there is a knock 
it still is a door,
it still opens,
 it still makes you believe in me.

So the choice is yours my love
to believe or not to believe...
to love or not to be loved....