SHE’S TICKING ALL THE BOXES

 

“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