sonnet Shes got the perfect

Her picture perfect features piece by piece
A suspect jigsaw puzzle sorted yet
When framed together cavities decrease
In value many vital curves you vet
Her legs are toned they tense before release
Her pinned back ears track more than they net
Her fair hairs fine as if a shorn sheep fleece
Her snub nose central on its own is set
I prefer a face thats off the kilter
Where features cancel one anothers law
A lofty brow thats set off by lantern jaw
Case at hand a fine fluff hits a filter
You say her natures sweet she eyes the norm
Id guess that much and given time Ill warm
Chorus norm model standard