The irrational perfectionist.
When two halves of two hearts Match as a whole Lips were made to fit Your eyes are a reflection of yourself You think the same thoughts At exactly the same time Share the same interests Love the same movies And songs Enjoy the same food Look at each other and both smile Resemble each other aesthetically Feel the same Laugh at the same time Both love to hug Both are moody and up or down Both sense something coming Before it's happened Both love to walk in summer rain hand in hand Share the same dream Even talk and walk at the same pace You are both givers Have the same tastes Been in the same places At the same time Before you met You even smell the same Have the same shoe size And went to the same school Have the same vision The same drives Then you have found perfection And can dream on Because despite many of us being perfectionists Nothing is perfect It doesn't exist Just a word often heard.
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