“She’s ticking all the boxes”
I
thought to myself
When
I first laid eyes on her
But
of course, she wasn’t perfect
That
would have been a claim too far
Then
when we spoke, at length
More
boxes were checked
But
again, she fell short of the summit
But
then who wants perfection
Which
is in reality subjective
I
have met girls in my life
Slightly
more than ordinary
But
thought themselves perfect
And
others nearly perfect
And
thought themselves ordinary
This
girl was as close to it
As
I had ever come
Or
wanted to come
For
if she was to be flawless
That
would be unnatural
As
well as undesirable
For
it’s in the imperfections
Where
character lies
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