If the world claims nobody is perfect,
It's because it has not encountered you.
I really wonder if you were given birth by a goddess,
Because you live your life the way angels do. ...
Suppose, my dear, that you were I
And by your side your sweetheart sate;
Suppose you noticed by and by
The distance 'twixt you were too great;
Now tell me, dear, what would you do?
I know-and so do you.