The elusive Mr right

There was the one of roses and flowers In bouquet of fragrant smells In giffy my pretty face swells Not for his perfectly broad shaped face is seducing For the smell I'll keep enduring And my days be shared with him seconds, minutes and hours Here comes the one of high submissions, really? Rich? Yes, smart? Yes, lazy? Extremely I get what I want but until after dishes I go where I want but of course after laundry Clean the house, cook the food, fry his fishes Still young I'm, not made for slavery Then there's the one very close to perfect Much sweeter and caring but too old The affections my parents and friends shall reject For the shame they won't withhold Oh my! How will I appear with a wrinkled face over a pretty one Very soon still in my younger years he might be gone Mr right,where art thou be? To find is unable Will I live and die alone? Or am I the problem for my tastes are insatiable? Let me die first and see if In the other world you're, waiting alone My thirst for perfect men seems unquenched I pray in it may I not be drenched