There has always been a perfect partner,
In my mind, who, naturally,
Has changed over time.
From superficial things, like her hips,
To smile lines.
To the inner workings,
Like she reads, or studies history,
Or fawned over every mystery,
Sometimes she was a little damaged,
Sure,
But other times, she was quite the bore!
And I was cool with that.
She'd have idiosyncrasies, in the way that she spoke,
Sometimes she'd make everything a joke,
She often had this funny little snore,
Or a cute little mole at the base of her jaw.
And of all these things I've desired,
And the rest I failed to mention before,
There had always been one thing about her,
My darling, my love,
One single thing that has forever remained true,
It's never never been you.
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