When searching for the perfect fit,
It's not just size that makes it click.
A perfect fit is more than that,
It's a feeling that's hard to combat.
It's a shoe that hugs your foot just right,
Or a shirt that fits, and feels just bright.
It's a puzzle piece that snaps in place,
Or a lock and key, with perfect grace.
A perfect fit, it's a matter of heart,
A connection that can't be pulled apart.
Like two puzzle pieces that are made for each other,
Or a key that unlocks, like a fairy tale lover.
A perfect fit is more than just clothes,
It's finding someone who complements your woes.
It's a friend who understands your mind,
Or a love that's patient, gentle, and kind.
A perfect fit, it's a journey of a lifetime,
A search that can't be found in a dime.
It's a dance that's seamless, and so sublime,
A symphony that's played with perfect rhyme.
So keep searching for the perfect fit,
It's out there waiting, just a little bit.
It might take some time, or a little bit of wit,
But when you find it, it will be worth it.
About the Creator
The Voyeur's Incandescent Reasoning
The woman sat nonplussed, in the Waiting Room. In a sort of daze, looking straight ahead patiently. She had already had three small breakfast's that morning and a nip of sherry, this was not unusual she would typically wait until an hour after she took her anti-depressant and was her morning routine. She was merely following instructions she assured herself, shifted slightly in her seat and feeling a little heart burn thought, maybe she should skip lunch. Dom had said to have the task done this week. She was well used to his methods and desired to get this over and done with soon. She glanced at her watch, smiled weakly at the Receptionist who was there for a moment and then gone.
By Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle Author6 days ago in Fiction
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