I would love to describe what I would call perfection
But my efforts will be just futile
Because if you stare in the mirror you will see it
Yes i would love to describe perfection
But it would be of no use
Because you will only see it as flattery
Some will take it as mocking
I would love to describe what I would call perfection
But my vocabulary is too limited to do that
I would explore the dictionary to find the right words
But that will be trying to build an igloo in Kalahari
You want to know why?
The right words don’t exist yet
Ok let’s travel back to the Shakespearean times
What Shakespeare would call beauty?
Would be a drop in an ocean on what i would say
In a situation where we invent our own words
The word perfection should have never existed
Because the dictionary doesn’t fully describe it
If perfection was a quantity, it would be beyond integral calculus
If it was a piece of art, it would be better than the sonnet XVII
If it was a song, the composer of the song would be most creative 1
Yes I would love to describe what I call perfection
It would the combination of nature’s unforeseen compilation of words
I hate that I cannot fully describe the thing i would call perfection
But I love one thing
Perfection has just read my poem,
Yes I would love to tell you what I would call perfection
But just stare in the mirror
You are a symbol of perfection
A true masterpiece of art
Yes I mean you
Thank God for you, Perfection cannot be written but can seen
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