Such a perfect life
Such a perfect life for us
Filled with imperfections
Such a perfect puzzle fit
Such a feather in the cap
Of a perfect match, us
Such a tiny garden
Spiralling its growing
You're my hint to all
The riddles of the world
To grasp the plump and willing fruit
To reach within the sleeping soil
And find you, for me
To hold you like the umbrella's arms
In a cold shoulder of a rain
Under the aged oak tree
Under a sky of lovers
Under a perfect fit
A puzzling match with thee