Boys

Me never picked a Boy out for His Soul,

The core that lay within Me could not tell,

A happy face, a grace, a leader's role,

All drew Me in and down the wishing well.

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Me never picked a Boy out for His wealth,

Or for a superficial attribute,

Me always wanted greatness, goodness, health,

The real thing, not a diet substitute.

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Me never picked a Boy out for a fling,

Me always had My Eye upon the Prize,

Not money, castle keep, or wedding ring,

But Love committed, Love that burns and flies.

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How many Boys?  That truth is lost to win,

Of this Me'm sure: For Each Me was All In.






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