I dreamed about you every night before even knowing your face<\/p>\n
In my romantic kitchen of idealistic needs and wants, I imagined your grace<\/p>\n
My ideal woman, I cooked you up in my mind<\/p>\n
The perfect woman, way better than any other kind<\/p>\n
So good in fact, I shuttered when we met<\/p>\n
If my dream girl was pulled out of my mind and it was you that I’d get<\/p>\n
It was one thing for you to exist, another to like me<\/p>\n
One to a million lottery odds for us to fight but still agree<\/p>\n
We both threw on the charm and stole each other hearts<\/p>\n
Seeing eye to eye on everything, even the vision charts<\/p>\n
You were young but still wise enough not to let the hating hurt<\/p>\n
And though you got buried, you never slang any dirt<\/p>\n
The little man loved your playful spirit and how you liked to have fun<\/p>\n
The only woman I ever brought around that was accepted by my son<\/p>\n
I thought I had all the ingredients in the pot for the perfect lady<\/p>\n
You were smart, funny, nice, spiritual, loving, but a little shady<\/p>\n
I mixed all of you up and added some spice<\/p>\n
Baked you for 2 months and thought that would suffice<\/p>\n
But no, something was missing, the taste was empty<\/p>\n
I put my chef’s hat down, sat and thought about it rather deeply<\/p>\n
The missing piece was found but a deeper problem discovered<\/p>\n
I could fix everything in search of the perfect taste but another would be uncovered<\/p>\n
So getting what I truly wanted would never happen, perfection is unattainable<\/p>\n
I would be happy with you for a little while but it wouldn’t be sustainable<\/p>\n
The dish was perfect, it was the chef who was flawed<\/p>\n
Because he searched for someone who was ultimately a fraud<\/p>\n
To be happy with what you have and make it perfect to you<\/p>\n
Is now his new goal and what I will do<\/p>\n
Only by getting what I wanted would the lesson have been learned<\/p>\n
Even if in the process I ended up getting burned<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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