The Chosen
I chose you... Not because you are very beautiful, But your virtues are a perfect, Revelation of a proverbs 31 woman. I chose you... Not because you are very perfect, But still in your imperfections, You remain transparent in your doings. I chose you... Not because you are much learned, Buy you treasure Godly knowledge, With much integrity and intensity. I chose you... Not because you are much talented, But the devotion with which you love, I can't find one to compare to thee. I chose you... Not because you are from royal family, But your ways are adorned with humility, Always thinking of yourself less. I chose you... Not because of your much strength, But the loyalty of your heart to me, Has always been my closest pillar. I chose you... To love you, To cherish you, BECAUSE YOU ARE YOU. Boygene Borice.
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