"Curse!"

Hers is a beauty like I've never seen,
Pure and innocent as if out of a dream,
Bright and radiant putting shame to the sun,
Every time I see her I think she's the one...
Only one thing compares to her classic appeal,
It is the air of perfection that seems to be real,
As hard as I try I can't find a single flaw,
And she's the closest thing to perfect I ever saw...
She has a heart of gold and the purest intentions,
And its no wonder she's the focus of all my affections,
She's gentle but strong with a hint of mystery,
And more than anyone else she seems right for me...
But with her strength comes her independence,
And to me her isolation makes little sense,
I'd give her the world and ask nothing in return,
But that that isn't enough has been a hard lesson learned...
I've done my best to leave these feelings behind,
But I just can't get her off of my mind,
But the reason is clear for my lasting obsession,
I'm a victim of the curse of finding perfection.