it is a choice - a simple one
i tell my own lost soul this
he is defined by his work as
you are - unknowing that it
is your own definition that
destroys you both. he can
not let go of the work - for
that man must trust woman
and you both dare not trust
we are enough - so she will
continue in her garden and
i in my law and scattered
words: it is our love that defines us
