To the finest romance and elegance
Years of revision before she deemed it "perfection"
The tides of love were restricted by her own inception
She knew what she wanted in a Man, nothing else mattered
A list of tangible traits is all it took for her to be flattered
A pretty smile enticed her
But monetary wealth touched her soul
The perfect specimen of a Man to fit her goals
Further down her list was a 6'2 light skin man
His skin couldn't be darker than her tan
Checkmarks slowly started to fill her boxes
But they could never enclose her void
The list she compiled was nothing more than noise
But...she still continues
A body chiseled by the Gods make her eyes light up
She's so close to "perfection" she won't give up
Physically he stimulated her interest
Kept her mind in constant lustful fitness
Until...the checklisted specimen started to diminish
Her checklist complete but love goes unfinished
Then, she meets the exception
The one man who can reform her idea of perfection
He stands average height and a dark complexion
She still doubts whether he is worth the investment
The boxes of her checklist couldn't contain him
For he was the perfect imperfect specimen of heavenly sin
Yet... she still lust for tall and light skin
Deeply stimulated emotionally and spiritually
She questioned the exception to her rules, he was simply average physically
Never mundane and always full of excitement
But the fangs of her checklist bit him
He fades away and the checklist remains
She creates lust and corrupts genuine love
Her soul is as empty as the boxes on her checklist, that caused love to dissolve
