Not a choice.

I do not love you except because I love you;  I go from loving to not loving you,  From waiting to not waiting for you  My heart moves from cold to fire.  I love you only because it's you the one I love;  I hate you deeply, and hating you  Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you  Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.  Maybe summer light will consume  My heart with its cruel  Ray, stealing my key to true calm.  In this part of the story I am the one who  Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you, Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.