Confused Men!

First I wanted a fair oval face,
Black silken hair to run my fingers through,
Soft lips to caress, a smooth neck to kiss,
Deep eyes that compelled poetry.
But she wasn't the woman for me.

Then I looked for the talented kind,
One that would sing like a nightingale,
Solve calculus in a jiffy,
Discuss with passion, Keats and Dante
But no, she wasn't the woman for me.

Then I went the practical way,
And looked for a wife,
A housekeeper and cook
A good mother for my children to be,
But she still wasn't the woman for me.

Now in my long unending quest
I am tired, spent and forty.
What a perfect woman looks like
I still have no clue.
And frankly, any woman will do.