On perfection:
draw a picture of the kind of perfection you expect for yourself and you will never see what i do. for the imperfections that are so endearing to me finds frailty in what you wish not to have, what you long to gain or how this life you are to live. i hold in my hand a flower's sweet petal, with its veins not like that of any other. and it's in those veins of indifference that i find perfection, for it too was handcrafted by the Creator and is worthy of love. can you not see that you, like i, are made with imperfections, and that we cannot run from them by running from each other, but rather stand and face those cruelties and not let them haunt us. i see near perfection in you because of your imperfections. that God, the author of life has breathed in you existence, made in His own image. and for me not to appreciate every moment that you take in new breath is like faulting myself every time a faint breeze inspirits my soul. my acceptance however is not important, as is your own affirmation. if you can understand that God does not demand perfection, but rather loyalty, you too will come to the realization that love's perfection is born from an undying passion that lives within us.