You don't know her

At first I didn't know
The hidden reason
How you managed to stay single
Despite the overwhelming beauty
Blond Hair
Long Legs
I hate to be superficial
But what the hell
Then I realized it
A bit of a hot streak
Only sexy for some
A temper that boils over easily
With potential for amassing
A pile of four letter words
In almost no time
Yet how hard could it be
To find someone to compliment you
To set you free
I have to assume
You've met over twenty Mr. or Ms. Rights
And you just prefer
To be you
And do it alone
I just hope that is what makes you happy
Because you deserve it