2....Perfect Lover Poem by Casual Diamond

The woman I love, is the perfect dresser
She knows the seasons fashions down to a tee
Lord above, I know I've to match her
I know just how she wants me to be

My clothes will be cut trim and sweet
A touch of the right fabric, opened neck
Polished shoes, hair cut neat
Camel haired coat in the wind and sleat

I see her face, 'cross the dance floor
The bright lights making sunshine of her smile
I'm her one, she has to know it
I'm more worthy than anyone within a mile

So why do all others look better than me
Not knowing what they want, its them she sees
And why when another girl comes all over
They never compare to my perfect lover?

Again, she leaves me alone
Its such a drag on my own!