She’s Perfect, I see no errors when I look at her.
Her chocolate skin under the moonlight is a proof that God makes mater pieces,
Yet she refuses to spend time with me under the moonlight . . .
Her head is crowned with a dark, kinky hair . . . yet she wont let me comb my fingers through it.
Her lips are perfectly shaped . . .yet she wont let me touch them
Her sense of fashion reminds you of the master mind behind nature . . . yet i haven’t ever gotten a complement for looking good.
She’s an amazing cook, . . . yet I have never had the proceeds of her pot.
She’s perfect, but the fact I can’t be a part of her perfection is imperfect.
She’s perfect, when she speaks there is never a dull moment . . . yet she won’t speak to me.
She’s perfect, when she dances, it’s an indescribable awe sight . . . yet she wont take my hand and dance.
She’s very funny, . . . yet won’t tell me jokes.
She’s selfless, yet I don’t get a real piece of her.
She feels pain perfectly well . . . yet she won’t let me be her comfort.
She’s sexual, yet . . .
She’s perfect when she loves, but she won’t love me.