The love of my life was 6ft tall,

He had strong arms and a quick smile,

He had fiery eyes and clarion voice,

He walked with a swagger and talked with a lilt,

He never had a hair out of place or a stain on his perfect white shirt,

He plays the piano and never a key out of place,

The love of my life was perfect,

Or so it seemed,

Because it is our little secret that he spills his morning coffee,

And leave wet tissues on the bathroom floor,

And burns the pancakes,

And stammers,

And runs upstairs every night,

And throws his clothes on the floor,

To lay his tired head on my chest,

The love of my life was perfect.

Clumsy

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