Perfection Poem by william f park

Perfection, the myth of all our desires
Which, with inner eye we seek
For the beauty which will satisfy
All our wants
And our need to deify

Who shall define perfection
When each of us is judgmental
And only in what we love
Without explanation
Is perfection near

If content, embrace the myth
For what it is
As beauty for you sets alight
A warmth in what you behold
Accept it as right

As the eye beholds
The myth that perfection is
Can we judge and agree
That; that which is flawed for some
Is perfect for me