Day We Choose

We chase our hours like balloons in the breeze, Drifting by chances we don’t plan to seize. Some hearts feel like a soft open door, A gentle surprise you’re thankful for. The world may crack like thin glass in the sun, But it glitters brighter than what’s come undone. If roads divide, it’s only to reveal, The moments that know how to heal. When the day aligns, the heart says yes, Soft like a secret beating in your chest. No need for signs when the timing sings, Love is a small, unforced thing. A chosen spark in the unchosen noise, A lucky rhythm we both enjoy. Not running fast, not holding tight— Just the right day feeling right. We giggle at time when scenes don’t play through, Saving the warmth in a shade we once knew. Not for the answers, not for the claim— But for the glow that stays without a name. If life spills colors like paint from above, Let it be wild—that’s how it shows love. I’d miss the spark more than the view, The world feels brighter when shared by two. When the day aligns, the heart says yes, Soft like a secret beating in your chest. No need for signs when the timing sings, Love is a small, unforced thing. A chosen spark in the unchosen noise, A lucky rhythm we both enjoy. Not running fast, not holding tight— Just the right day feeling right.