In the mirror of the night, I see
Reflections of what I wish to be;
A flawless form, a perfect face,
A soul adorned with endless grace.

Yet in the light of breaking dawn,
Perfection’s mask is swiftly gone.
The unmasked truth begins to show,
That beauty lies in what we know.

Imperfections paint the tale,
Of hearts that dare, of dreams that sail.
In every flaw, a story’s born,
A tapestry by life adorn.

So let us cherish what we find,
In every crease, in every line.
For in the dance of life’s embrace,
Perfection’s but a fleeting chase.