If there’s conditions to your love
Ideals you hold too far above
If you require certain text
Then list off traits with testy, “Next!”
There might be chance you’re not quite in it
There is no other way to spin it
Love needn’t be a grind nor chore
When deeply felt, your heart should soar
Please spend no time in search of fault
That tends to grind joy to a halt
You will not live in perfect state
If you require a perfect mate
Too critical in your selections?
There’s daring in our imperfections!
There’s such a range of satisfactions
(Still waters hide a healthy passion)
Be open to sweet tenderness
A smidge of sport, a heap of mess
If you see virtues in all this
A finger squeeze, a soft cheek kiss
Are gladly spent when day is done…
Then chances are, you’ve found the one!