Freedom to choose, with freewill given
In life and love, it is soul driven
The choices we make define who we are
Our desires are like secrets trapped in a jar
We choose items and people to hold and to love
We long for our choices to fit like a glove
The items unchosen, inanimate it’s true
But the people unchosen, left lonely and blue

Original By, Brandie

Nice poem .

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"Our desires are like secrets trapped in a jar" is a great line.