To find that perfect match;
who
blends to your taste
believes
in your tiny big dreams
never
too busy to have your time
ready
to share with you everything
even
thy last penny,
and
finds comfort only in your arms.
To find
that perfect match;
loved
and respected, yet feared.
Who
scolds all wrong,
And
then goes ahead to mop your flaws
even
with kisses and sensations
that
totally sweetens your libido.
To find
that perfect match;
who
takes you for who you are
sees
beauty in your imperfections
And,
ready to cherish them,
till
thy dying day—
Is indeed
the best prize
life
can bestow a single soul.

Brilliantly written. I like it.
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