It is down to the last two,
Should I pick you or you?
I’ve sifted the others away,
Now it comes down to nay or yay.
I really like these two chics,
Confused about whom to pick.
Both make my insides tick,
And bring me to my knees, weak.
One is my favorite, it’s true,
But the other I can’t quite shoo.
Her openness enchants old me,
My heart is childlike, wild, and free.
It may come down to prayer and fasting,
To find true love that’s everlasting.