The Chosen Poem by Chelsea DeVries

I've had many suitors,
not so suitable losers.
Ego-boosting conceited jerks,
Guys with the works.

Guys who play games
Guys who keep score
Guys who forget your names
Guys who are just manwhores.

Guys who act like they've gotten plenty
when they really haven't gotten any.
Guys who are just plain creepers
with their perverted peepers.

Then, I met you.

A guy who compliments me
because he finds me beautiful
when I wear an outfit from
the back of my closet.

A guy who makes me laugh
by just being himself
even if it means he's a total dork.

A guy who never
wants to leave my side.
He has to introduce
the hug we share
cause he really cares.

I think my search is over;
I've found my choice.

I've chosen you.