It’s her imperfection that makes her perfect.
It’s the mistakes that give her a lesson.
It’s sadness that makes her search and value happiness.
It’s darkness that makes her know there is light.

I ain’t searching for a perfect woman cos I’m not.
I ain’t searching for a perfect woman cos perfection
is inhumane. I ain’t searching for a perfect woman
cos out of her I’ll learn nothing. It’s our imperfection
that makes us perfect.

She has shown me her true colours yet I decided to stay.
What I see through her imperfection is what made me
choose to stay. Today I’m a strong and wise man cos of
her imperfections.

She has now chosen to change after realising my tolerance.
She has now chosen to change cos I never left her when she needed me.
She has now chosen to change cos I never judged her.
She has now chosen to change cos I never forced her to change but allowed time.

My wait was worthy it but that makes me no perfect man. I just loved
her unconditionally. I loved her cos I wasn’t searching for a perfect woman.
Instead I was looking for an imperfect woman who was willing to make
a change in life….my imperfect woman