Almost There

Tall and slender, a perfect figure.

Skin so fair, so white, so pure.
With that face akin to an angel,
He's the image of a male model.

Hair so soft to touch, so marvelous.
Eyes, so mesmerizing, you could get lost.
Physically, he's got everything, and needs nothing more.
He looks perfect, no matter what clothes he wore.

When he speaks to me, it's like music to my ears.
He's so interesting, i babble about him to my peers.
I could gaze at him all day, and still I'd never get tired.
His very presence alone could make me inspired.

I have dreams of him almost every night.
And to my eyes, he shines with so much light.
A being carved with so much precision,
He could've been my idea of perfection.

He lacks little, as far as I can see.
He's almost perfect, and I bet he could be.
I know he could, he's almost there.
Just a little more, that's if he should dare.

But it doesn't matter that he isn't exactly perfect,
Because he'd still make others seem like a wreck.
He's almost everything I've been dreaming of,
But it's just too bad he is not mine to love...