Perfection imperfectly seen
Might seem skinny, or fat, or in-between;
Perfection, imperfectly heard,
Might sound desperate, sweet, or absurd.
And a poem is ruined by an incorrect word.
Into the mirror goes the brave and iconic,
Convincing her to love—but it comes out as comic.
When I saw my reflection suddenly
In a city window, I knew it wasn’t me,
My slump, my visage, my mystery.
Is imperfection reality?
The imperfect tends to remind the heart
Imperfection will be at the end, if it existed at the start.
If you are paranoid when you fall in love,
Your paranoia will be greater in love.
Perfection imperfectly glimpsed
Will teach the sad to sadly convince
Himself that hope is an accident
And her love for him is not quite what she meant.
There is more trouble I never see
Than your face showed to me—
I remember how it spoke to me of my sorrow imperfectly.