Alexander Steen Stewart - Virtue

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.

Alexander Steen Stewart

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