She's a beautiful girl, that's no doubt,
The type that's unlike the others.
One I just can't forget about,
Who's introduced to my father and mother.
Some days, she is the wiser,
Even though we both have flaws.
Other days I could surprise her,
Doing things for her just because.
Letting me be her man,
And taking that chance on me.
Leads me to believe and understand,
She's the perfect woman indeed.
For Michael Smith's THE PERFECT WOMAN poetry contest