To Zethu

They say that love is just a wind
That sweeps a person off their feet,
A random spark that lets us find
A stranger on a crowded street.

But loving you is more than fate,
Or wind that blows me down the line;
It is a door I gladly wait
To open up and call it mine.

I see the world, I see the sky,
And knowing all I can pursue,
With open eyes and clear reply,
I wake each morning, choosing you.