I Chose You
I chose you not for the beauty of your spine
Nor for the laughter brought on by wine
But I chose you ah for your spirit's eager breath
That dares to slap the face of death that's why I chose you
I chose you not for your lovely lips that burn
And so innocently make mine yearn
But I chose you ah for your heart as big as the moon
As warm as the sun exactly at noon that's why I chose you
I chose you not for your perfumed swirling hair
That drives insane the windless air
But I chose you ah for your soul reaching tiptoe to God
But with your lacy roots deep in the sod that's why I chose you
Writer/s: John D. Loudermilk
