I ran out of patience and went out, in search for the girl.
On a beautiful spring day I found Miss Perfect.
Miss Perfect was perfect beyond my imaginations but also the girl that I couldn't have.
So I turned around in autum and found Miss Imperfect.
Miss Imperfect was the girl that I didn't want but when she left, all I could do was thinking of her.
After a while I found A girl. A girl was just a girl, nothing more, nothing less.
So I looked in the mirror and thought there wouldn't be a perfect match for me than my self.
Later that day I cloned my self in to a girl version.
The clone was f*ugly and way beyond the girl, that I thought she would be.
At that point I gave up my search and asked the Lord for the girl.
He told me to wait.
This time U didn't question Him and waited.
On one day Miss Rightt passes me by and we had a conversation.
When I asked her to be my girl, she said;
"You had me at hello."
So I looked up to the sky, thanked the Lord and said;
"I couldn't have done better my self."
On which He anwsered;
"Who is your maker !"
