Oh man, she’s everything I wanted.
I decide to beg her, to plead her to be mine.
And so I walk towards her, with purpose in my eyes.
But hey, what’s this? I feel a pang inside.
Something inside tells me to stop,
to wait, to think; that this is not the moment.
I tell the voice inside to keep quiet.
No question of a doubt, I tell it
She’s so, so completely perfect.
And that’s when it hits me:
She’s the perfect woman.
Who deserves a perfect man.
I stop, turn around and walk away.
PS: I’ve edited the previous ‘poem’ quite a bit. Tell me if it resembles a poem now.