_Not Perfect_

HER eyes are blue--a lovely hue For eyes; her cheeks are pink, And for the cheek, 'twixt me and you, That color's right, I think.

Her fingers taper prettily, Her teeth are white as pearls-- Her hands seem softer far to me Than any other girl's.

Her figure's trim--it is petite-- I like them just that way, And truly, maiden half so sweet You'd not find every day.

And yet, alas! she's not my choice, This creature of my rhyme-- Because her soft and rich-toned voice Is going all the time.