am not sure how i'll choose.
maybe he'll be kind,
he'll hold doors and pull out chairs.
maybe he'll be refined
some sort of gentleman i wouldn't mind,
or maybe he'll carry blue flowers
or an umbrella for when it showers.
perhaps he'll write letters
the kind i'll read for hours
but then again maybe it won't be so hard,
if i choose to look at his shoes.
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