He Chose Me

a poem about how lucky I am that my love chose to be with me

He could have anyone he wanted—
Any cookie-cutter blonde or dark-eyed vixen
Would throw herself at his feet,
But he chose me.
Strange little me with my flaws and imperfections
With his long dark hair and that smile
That makes me feel like I’m beautiful.
And the feeling of his hands on me
So lovely I can hardly bear
Even a casual touch
A hand on my back
A caress of my hair
Makes me collapse in ecstasy
Because he chose me.