Perfect Match...

Forsaken by love, taking one day at a time.

Everyday sings the blues. The pot of gold

Hides behind her smile. Denial to convert

His feelings to actions, she feels the same.

So much imperfectness it's a world mess.

One moment they shared and for a moment time

Stood still. The perfect kiss, a perfect

Moment, my perfect match.

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Where's my fair lady?

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