Perfect for Me
Perfect for Me
Who is the girl for me?
What will she be
like?
Something unimaginable I suppose
For I have no idea what
to see
I picture a bride,
Who deep down inside
Wants to
cut me to pieces!
Adrenaline rushes,
I must defend.
In the
end,
We tame each other of those wild habits.
Yes she shall
be wild, but calm
Steady; unalarmed,
Thinking always, like
me.
She will be outspoken and funny
And never a dumby
(forgive
me, I just had to say that)
In my place, she shall put me,
But
don’t think for a minute
I will not fight back.
It shall be
fun.
We’ll dance a dance of clever dispute
Before we fall
back into each other.
I hope that she loves God more
Than she loves me
Cause that
is the direction I’m going
If she flows like myself
And grows
like myself
There’s no telling what blessing shall fall on our
home.
There is more that I want
But that’s just absurd
No
one is perfect
Not even one
So I fall to the Lord,
And this
is my plea,
“Please send me my someone
Who is perfect for
me.”