I'm Not Going To Choose Poem by Liza Sud

I'm not going to choose. Do I need this?
If they both are so good for the soul?
Let love multiplied joy and increase it,
Till it reaches the shining tops!

No roads, where the third is unwanted,
And to reach the sun we're destined.
To the top - where the sun is glowing -
Rays are gathered in one band!

We will find it out at the peak of,
Where you alone cannot stand.
If again we are three by freedom -
Then the rest will not feel there bad!