Choice is the bane of Virtue's existance;
Choice can lead the good man astray,
But sooner or later that man must pay;
If he should choose to dance the Devil's dance.
Virtue in Love, Love in Virtue,
Choice always comes between these two;
So many choices, like so many gems,
Each possibility glitters and gleams.
Though in choosing one I could shatter dreams,
Uncertainty's door Choice always opens.
Yet the final choice, as ever, falls unto you,
Cast off doubt and do what your heart would have you do.
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