I found the perfect man when I stopped looking,
he appeared-perfect in what mattered,
not in superficial manners.
Because many things will fade
or are taken away:
cuz the “perfect body” will fall to pieces at a certain age,
“great hair” will grey,
prestige can be lost just as quickly as gained,
but that personality, that heart, won’t change.
At the end of the day when you strip away
the “cool” clothes, the money, the looks,
all anybody really has left to offer is themselves.
Success doesn’t define a man,
he defines himself.
And I love who he is inside;
because what is inside matters most.
The beauty and wealth inward
outshines the looks outward.
I’m in love with the perfect man,
and it’s crazy because he loves me.
I see the beauty inside,
I see how he defines,
see the wisdom, the inner prestige-
and damnit, I love him <3