I suppose it makes sense,
And really it shows you’re not dense,
to want perfection over not.
Oh. I ought.But all those imperfects still reflect their creator.
Like a broken mirror or a handwritten paper.
The first reflects, even badly so, and the second is a note from the prime writer.
Oh, but the broken mirror is cracked! And the note is simply a message.
But hopes remain that both will lead you to the true visage.
And if all you have is a broken mirror and a note, you hold onto these with all you can and dote
upon them because
they remind you of the one who most truly loves.