In the mirror of the soul, a flawless gleam,
We chase the shadows of a perfect dream.
Each moment crafted, fine threads of gold,
In time’s embrace, perfection we behold.

Whispers of the heart, a silent plea,
To touch the stars, to be what we see.
Yet in this quest, we often fail to see,
The beauty in the flawed, in you and me.

Like a fleeting moonbeam on the river’s crest,
Perfection dances, never coming to rest.
It’s in the journey, the steps we take,
In every mistake, a masterpiece we make.

For in the end, it’s not the flawless art,
But the passion, the love, the beating heart.
Embrace the cracks, the scars, the imperfections,
For therein lies the purest reflections.