Poem by Wendye Savage

Setting the high standard

With a strict measuring stick,

She searched through the garden

To find her perfect fit.

She had a vision, a visual

Of love planned, no doubt;

His characteristics designed

From the inside out.

In the garden she fancied

Fluttered and flew;

Surely there were capturers

But for her, just wouldn’t do.

So sad to see the butterfly

With her visual in mind;

Searching for a man of perfection

That she’ll never find.