Perfect Imperfections
Darkness for the dying day
Brightness for the meridian
Both natures work.
Honey, your Perfect Imperfections
Are made by the beautiful creature,
You are not the most colourful
But your Rainbow gives my heart satisfaction,
You are not the full Sun
Nevertheless, you still show a to life,
My Love, you are not the lightest moon
Previously you still guide my blindness.
I'm perfect with your imperfections
Because you make me happy in pains,
Strongness in my weakness
Dance slowly in the hope
If I'm a wanderlust it shows
You are the destination I seek
Because perfect stones are in the Oceans.
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