If I were to describe my perfect women,
I'd say she would have to confuse me,
shock me again and again,
jolt from my steady routine.

She'd be sweet as can be,
meek and perceptive,
kind influence rolling as far as the eye can see,
show me what this world is.

She'd be a spicy girl,
sharp wit and silver tongue,
she'd like to dance and twirl,
always aware of the smoking gun.

She'd be sweet and spicy,
my perfect dish,
our meals won't be pricey,
when life swings and we miss.

She embodies the dream,
teaming with love for the kids,
love stitched to the seam,
connection grown with each kiss.