I Have Chosen
I have chosen your face to see,
the face that always beckons me
to come alive and recognize
all the desire inside your eyes.
I have chosen your hands to be
the hands I'll always want on me.
I come alive with every touch.
These hands have come to mean so much.
I have chosen your heart, my love
to be the heart that is just made of
all the beats that say to me
'I am beating just for thee.'
And all my choices in this life I live
have gifted me and will always give
pleasures beyond the realm of real
because of how they make me feel.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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