yours is not the mind I'd want to think of me;
it seems to ignore me more often than not.
if I could choose
yours are not the hands I'd wish to hold;
they seem to let mine go so easily.
if I could choose
yours are not the eyes I'd stare longingly into;
they don't seem to see me.
if I could choose
yours are not the arms I'd have around me;
their embrace seem to loosen over time.
if I could choose
yours are not the lips I'd lovingly kiss;
they seem to want me less and less.
if I could choose
yours is not the heart I'd dream of keeping;
it doesn't have room for even the tiniest of me.
I would choose
a mind that cares and remembers,
hands that hold on tight as long as they could,
eyes that see and appreciate me,
arms that reassure in their embrace,
lips so warm they melt my soul,
and a heart so big it'd welcome me a million times over.
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