Freedom is the power to commit Oneself to limiting one's freedom. Real choice Rules out choices. One finds the proper fit, Then through years of loving finds one's voice. Yet some are loath to choose because they fear Not being free to choose, at every moment In flight from choice because they cannot bear Not living only, solely, in the present. Each lover lives within a larger space, Yielding to the future and the past, Engaged in well-timed acts of timeless grace As each, each day renews a love that lasts. Rejoice, then, in that choice made long ago, Still choosing love, for love is what you know.