In the mirror’s gaze, a flawless face,
Chasing shadows of an ideal place,
Seeking skies where no clouds roam,
In perfection’s arms, to find a home.

Yet in the folds of life’s embrace,
Imperfection leaves its trace,
Beauty lies in every scar,
In every flaw, a shining star.

The fragile dance of human grace,
In every trial, a tender space,
Perfection’s ghost, a fleeting dream,
Reality’s weave, a richer seam.

So let us cherish every line,
Each wrinkle, crease, a tale divine,
For in our faults, we find our soul,
Perfection’s myth, a distant goal.