The perfect dress for a perfect meet,
She placed it in her bag so neat.
It could not wrinkle. It could not tear,
For this is what she planned to wear.

There’d been a while since his last call,
For sure this dress would change it all.
To put things as they used to be
So he’d again kiss her so preciously.

He did not know she was to come.
A surprise as it is known to some.
To show him just how much he cared.
To show him that she wasn’t scared.

For this she must be flawless.
Absolutely flawless
Her hair, her teeth all flawless
All for this perfect meet.

She could have driven. T’was not too far.
It would have been easy to take a car.
Chicago and Indy, somewhat near
But in lovers the distance strikes a fear.

For towns so close, their hearts were far.
To lovers distance is like a bar
keeping each from one another.
But to her the flight was not a bother.

In order to get her ring and her rose,
and so her lover would propose,
she would do most anything,
anything to get her ring.


For this she must be flawless.
Absolutely flawless
Her hair, her teeth all flawless
All for this perfect meet.

She drove to the airport on Saturday
in hopes that she could fly away.
Fly far away to loving arms,
thinking he could bring no harm.

As she first set foot onto that plane,
a feeling came which she couldn’t explain.
Not a feeling about the flight,
just that something was not right.

The closer to Chicago the aircraft flew,
Suspicious feelings began to brew.
What if he thought she had changed?
What if he though she was deranged?

For him she must be flawless.
Absolutely flawless
Her hair, her teeth all flawless
All for this perfect meet

He said he would love her no matter what.
So what was this feeling deep in her gut?
Could he possibly think she was trying too hard?
Just the thought cut her heart like a shard.

The intercom interrupted her thought.
She could hardly hear, she was so distraught.
But what was that the pilot said?
The words he’d spoken, was one of them “dead”?

Her question was answered as she glanced to her side.
Never so much had she wanted to hide.
Hide from her loved one and hide from this man,
who stood there holding a bomb in his hands.

All she’d been thinking is what she would say
when she’d meet her lover later that day.
But of little concern that now did seem,
For flawlessness is merely a screen.

But the flaws that lie behind the screen,
the secret ones that can’t be seen,
the substance that causes our affections,
it somehow gives our life direction.

But the lover knew and so did she
that flawless was not something she could be.
And that is why he used to love
the girl who wished not to be a dove.

For him she must be flawless.
Absolutely flawless
Her hair, her teeth all flawless
All for this perfect meet

He loved the carefree, lively girl.
The one who made his feelings whirl.
But when she chose to question love,
That he could not take much of.

No doubt it was distance that brought them apart,
made her self conscious, and worried her heart.
For fear that he’d love another who’d be
funnier, kinder, and better than she.

And now as she stared toward the man to her side,
she realized that there was no point to this ride.
If only she’d trusted him in return,
she wouldn’t be plumeting toward the earth.

No longer wishing to impress any man,
She bid him farewell as she gazed at her hand.
A hand that his ring never would touch
A hand that he had once cared for so much

Her last final thought was now soon to come.
She’d plunge to the ground in about three, two, one.
She tried to decipher this whole jumbled mess,
which proved that in fact, she wasn’t flawless.