The Beloved As Perfection (Shakespearean Sonnet) Poem by ashok jadhav

In thee, all scattered virtues find their whole,
As stars converge to crown the midnight sky;
No fault intrudes upon thy measured soul,
For even flaws in thee grow dignified.
Thy smile corrects the errors of the day,
Thy presence stills the doubts that reason brings;
What others seek through toil or prayerful way,
I find complete in thee, the source of things.
If beauty errs, it learns from thy design;
If truth should waver, it recalls thy name.
The world revises form by what is thine,
And calls thee rule where all else plays at claim.
So stands my heart, convinced beyond all art:
Perfection lives wherever thou art part.