Who am I to judge

Who Am I

Who am I to judge,
when I met you this way?
Who am I to tell you
how to live, what to say?

I walked into your world,
with its cracks and its fire,
and though I wished for more,
I loved what I desired.

But love is not command,
nor a cage, nor a rule.
It’s holding on gently,
not making a fool.

So I whisper inside,
as I’m learning what’s true:
I cannot change you,
I can only choose you.