my perfect right

I realise U can never have a perfect girl, there alway something wrong, the personality, the looks the smell, so I start Imagining my perfect right, like I was searching through my head with a touch  light, 
her image  was like a famous drawing, because there was nothing u could rub out, what you saw, is who she was, I new actually what she was about, 
her hair was always done, she had them thick lips, with the lip gloss on, and that magnet body that guy couldn't help but stair, 
she reminded me of a graff pinky diamond, priceless and so rare,  
she was reliable, but she didn't rely on people, 
she new who wore the jeans, 
she was incredible, she was a lady I'n the street and alway new how to put a flame in the bed sheets, 
she said what she thought, but she was very patient, the stuff I put her through she never reminded me about the past, is was alway about the present, the moment, 
she was perfect, she alway new when to give me, my own privacy, 
she was consistent in the kichen, and alway cook up the perfect reserpy, 
she was my best friend, a type of girl I could bring out and not be ashamed, even when it wasn't her scence she wouldn't complain