Perfect Poem by Jewel Henegar

Everyone is striving to be perfect.
But they never seem to achieve it.
But somehow you have.
You have flaws,
But those flaws make you perfect.
You might not feel perfect,
And other people might not see you as perfect,
But I do.
To me you are as perfect as flowers blooming in the spring.
To me you are as perfect as the rainbow that fills the sky
After the rain has faded.
Perfect is perfect.
But to me,
Perfect is you.