The Perfect Guy

I sit alone and wonder why

I haven't found the perfect guy

The one who'll be there by my side

When I break down and start to cry

A man who wants to worship me

To be there for eternity

Someone who'll always hold my hand

That would be the perfect man

When I'm alone and need a friend

I'll call his name and he'll be there

To be there when I need him most

He'll kiss me and he'll hold me close

But I'll never find the "perfect" guy

He's hiding in my ingenius mind.

by Kristi A. Matthaei