Chosen
She could have chosen anyone.
Many were drawn to her,
like bees to a flower--
drawn to her charm, smile,
laughter, smarts, heart.
She could have chosen anyone.
All of them had their strengths--
this one smart, that one strong,
the other with the quick wit
that had charmed so many others.
She could have chosen anyone.
What chance did I have?
Untrained in the arts of love,
unregarded as handsome by the world,
unable to be in her presence.
She could have chosen anyone.
From a field of suitors
deeper than that stupid ocean
that separated her and I,
she chose...me.
And for that,
I praise God every day.
Author's note: Dedicated, obviously, to my valentine
unmowngrass. I love you, Katie.