In times of solitude I use to cerebrate
About my beloved, my perfect mate
A perfect dame, perfect every feature
Embodying beauty & miracles of nature
Solacing her words and gentle her touch
Caring like an angel & loving me much
Standing by me, helping me rise
Correcting my wrongs, keeping me wise
The world was perfect till the moment I roused
Thwarted, perplexed, baffled & groused
For where was the perfect lady I possessed
Smitten by whose charms & fully obsessed
Turned to the almighty, asked him thrice
Return my dearest, whatever the price
Pat came in a terse reply, sans the warmth or ire
“My Child – First deserve, then desire!”
Truth dawned, there’s more than what meets the eye,
No one’s perfect - at least not I
The perfect match remains an elusive dream
The answer’s contingent on how perfect I have been
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