Chose (Mine)
Forty-two eyes
and you chose mine to make them cry
Seventy-four hands
yet, you chose mine to intertwine
Myriad of games
alas you chose my love to play
Thousands of love songs
but you chose my favorite for feelings to convey
Millions of what-ifs
all of them being if you didn't commit vagaries
The existence of hearts
and you chose mine to bewitch and scar
Everything you have chosen,
apart from me;
when I have chosen you,
a million little times.
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