Be it the vibrant of colour
that faded from the neglect
or the radiance of evoked emotion
pressed in petty childhood elect

Be it selfish a word bestowed
that decays the loving intent
be it the foolish of ones thoughts
that starts another in decent

So if the choice be love
shall I not surrender my all
and unto the one of only
have I not heeded the call

So if the choice be eternal
and my final vow be decreed
will i not my blessed love
fulfill your every need.........

Tracey Collins

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-variables/