Wanting perfection
Is a
Feeble pursuit
Once you
Realize nothing
Is perfect
Then you
Can see
The beauty
Of flaws
And how
All of
Us blemished
People do
Indeed combine
To create
That one
Perfect picture
Wanting perfection
Is a
Feeble pursuit
Once you
Realize nothing
Is perfect
Then you
Can see
The beauty
Of flaws
And how
All of
Us blemished
People do
Indeed combine
To create
That one
Perfect picture
When a
Boy misses
His dog
He goes
To see
Him but
When the
Dog is
Gone forever
The same
Boy goes
To tears
Childhood Curiosity
Began then
Came desire
Followed by
Love now
That I’ve
Tasted love
I know
That without
It I’m
But a
Child wandering
Exploring demanding
Selfish with
It I’m
Compassionate caring
And whole
Be love
Not children
And sometimes
The heart
Grows cold
A distant
Drum thumping
In the
Chest a
Stiffening of
Muscle love
Is not
A thing
Or person
It’s you
And while
It may
Cool it
Still warms
When sitting
Close there
When a
Child and
Before reading
You saw
Pictures and
Thought a
World then
A miracle
Happened and
You knew
Words which
Now paint
The same
Pictures you
Saw before