Perfection

Oh, darling, you look

For perfection everywhere-

In the face of the girl you just met,

In the words that you said,

In the lines that you draw,

And the thoughts in your head but

Oh honey!

Rivers never flow in straight lines.

The forest floor is never smooth.

The blue sky isn’t always blue.

And even the earth isn’t a perfect sphere.

And most importantly,

Her beauty (and yours too),

Lies in her ability to be a broken crayon,

Yet colour all the same

And make everything else beautiful too.

The universe isn’t perfect love,

The universe is

beautiful.