Perfect Woman

Your perfect woman...
And what is she to your eyes?
One who is not shrouded in lies...
Or one who beckons you with her smoky eyes?
Beckons you and only you?
But how can that be true...
When in a day she sees much more than you?
Your perfect woman...
Does she have the perfect smile...
And does she for you go the extra mile...
And keep the excitement pounding in your heart for a while?
Your perfect woman, does she turn your insides out with thoughts of what she can do...
Twist and turn your senses till you have nothing left to do...
But surrender...to your perfect woman?
And this woman, this perfect woman, is she not what you always DREAM about?
WISH for...in the corridors of your secret fantacies...
Are you not so sure that everyone before her was wrong for you,
And that this, this perfect woman will never make your day blue?
That everything she does will be for you?
That she is the epitome of all that is good and true...
That she is known to none but you...
Her heart is owned only by you...
That her warmth comforts you...
That everything about her is all for you and about you?
But really, in moulding the perfect woman,
Where are you?
Wait, you do not care do you?
After all she is perfect, is she not?