My Perfect Man

This is how i describe about you, my perfect man.

I love it when i have much time just to staring at you from the corner,
and i can see clearly the way you move, the way you talk to your friends,
seems like i see no one but you.
I love it when i have a chance just to be only with you,
I could share many things i have all day long.

I love it when u ask me to listen to you,
oh i would love to hear your story about the nation, literature, people, and music. Even i can feel the type of music that u like.

I love it when i hear you sing, because no one can sing like you, and the way you dance like a fool.

I love it when i see a red light on my blackberry, and i know its you.
I dont care what am i doing at that time, i would stop just to spend minutes to read your texts.

I love it when u say "dont forget to eat" and when you say dont forget to drink some minerals when i wake up in the morning.

I love it when you make a hole in the mound of my hot fried rice, so the air can come into it, and i can eat it because its not hot anymore.
I love it when i have to eat in a rush just to finish at the same time with you, because u eat real fast.

i love it when i see u laugh, u will raise your nose so i can see the wrinkles in the middle of your eyes, and your eyelash flicks. and your neat teeth. I love it when i see your beaming face, when you are excited about the thing, and you talk much, over and over again just to make sure that i understand.

I love it when you come, with your red St. Ives shirt, and your blue jins. because its so you.
I love it when i see your writing on your binder. And for what so ever sake, your writing is horrible. But i love it.

I love it when you texts me some poem before i sleep. and i can read it everyday.

Guess you are the perfect man for me. Until i realized that you are too perfect to be true.