Imperfections

My first short poem

Imperfections
By:Jeanette Henning

Imperfections distinguish us as individuals,
Making each one unique, yet we seek the
perfect, failing to recognize our own weakness,
without imperfections, we would exist as cardboard
boxes, each one identical, without dreams in a mundane
world. I am imperfect, as are you but it is these flaws that
make us one, each needing the other for completion; to my
imperfect eyes you are beauty. In my imperfect heart you are
perfection, may I hold you forever in my imperfect arms?