Imperfectly Perfect
By Andrew F
To me you are as rare as a 4 leaf clover
and as special as my very own gem.
Your special shape
is imperfectly perfect.
When I punish you
I give you a big kick,
but somehow you scream in joy.
You're as spherical and imperfectly perfect
as the Earth.
We respect each other.
When I see you I think
'You have brains in your head
and feet in your shoes
if I'm precise I can steer you
in any direction I choose'.
The written white words
mean more than the galaxy to me.
If I were to define you
it would take more than a million words.
You are truly imperfectly perfect.
