Perfection is in the measure,
Of a person’s charm and grace,
Not in the superficial beauty,
Of a lovely, sculpted face.

Perfection is in the character,
That a person shows his friends,
Not just trivial acts of kindness,
Done as a means to an ends.

Perfection is the honest love,
Given to those for whom we care,
Not in minor displays of affection,
Shown acquaintances with a flair.

Perfection is the understanding,
You have for someone else’s pain,
Not just pretending to have sympathy,
When you listen to other’s complain.

Perfection’s not found in the flawless,
That’s a vision which is so untrue,
Instead it can be found in a pure soul,
Within the heart of me and you.