My Bubonic Plagued Heart Poem by richard ilnicki

Who am I
that theythink I'm so special,
a man set apart, sanctified
from the rest of the runners
ahead of the pack?
Why, I'm just another rat
whose bubonic heart has been changed
by God;
what therefore do I have
that I have not received?
What makes them think
that I deserve to have the one
whom they would choose for me?
Some kind of ship-launching Helen Of Troy face,
the virtual reality of Venus with arms wide open,
or Cleopatra magnanimous,
her bronze body in the Egyptian sun bathed in oil.
Don't they know
I have not chosen the one I love?
I have merely chosen
the one God has chosen
for me
to love.