Because she wasn’t perfect

She looked beautiful when she walked my way.
Her form, her manners, faultless did they seem
Longing to make her mine each passing day
I went to venture this uncertain theme

Then, each imperfection mine eye did stress
A flawed shape of the face of too white hue
The wear of her hands and tear in her dress
A misplaced please and a missing thank you

As she fails to meet my expectation
I have else to do but sit here thinking
If only she had achieved perfection
This my mind continually brining

But my love towards her would be undue
So I walked by choosing not to pursue