Of all the agony and pain
I still wonder
Why did you choose me?
I have the scars
That aren't pretty
I have the past
That I ain't proud of
I am a piece of mess
Not worth picking up
I am a broken pieces
Beyond any mending
Of all I am the one
Nobody would choose.

Then you said
Of all the agony and pain
I love your triumphing smile
The scar that runs deep
Has the most beautiful story to tell
The not so pretty past
Shaped into the most beautiful
Person in you
You are the broken pieces
Not meant for mending
But to be loved
I would choose not one
All can love but only I can.
For, you are chosen
Because of who you are.