I once dated a man who wanted perfection,

but all he had to offer was himself.

I sent him on his way, to find such a treasure,

but all he seemed to find were faults.

When finally, he discovered his quest for perfection,

was a road with a dead end;

he retraced his steps, ended up on mine,

and was greeted by my husband…the end!

–L.K.D.–