Imperfect Poem Novels & Stories

He began to speak again, his voice quieter now but still clear enough for everyone to hear. “I called this piece Perfection,” he said. “Not because the woman in it is flawless, but because she represents something perfect to me. Something rare. She’s strong, but gentle. She’s been through things, yet she still carries light. To me, she is perfection — not in the way the world defines it, but in the way she exists. She doesn’t have to try. She simply is.” I felt my eyes start to sting.

Does she have the time to feel true love and have him as her King? When your life is already planned ahead of you, do you really have a choice to change it? When you’re born with a tiara on your head, do you really think you have the chance to correct and perfect your imperfections? Probably not.

no" Makes you feel good, yeah I know you're out of my league But that won't scare me away, oh, no You've carried on so long You couldn't stop if you tried it You've built your wall so high That no one could climb it But I'm gonna try Would you let me see beneath your beautiful? Would you let me see beneath your perfect? Take it off now, girl, take it off now, girl I wanna see inside Would you let me see beneath your beautiful tonight?" I had no idea he was such an amazing singer. I did my business and went downstairs to the kitchen. I was expecting an empty house without any groceries, but I was rather impressed when all the cabinets were stocked and the refrigerator had everything in my fav

However, one thing was for sure, she will never regret her decision to choose Deric as her companion for life. In the end, the perfection of love can only be achieved when both hearts can accept each other's flaws. True love was still present in everyone who believes. "I really love you, Deric." END

Still I didn't ran away , my pace wasn't hurried , I wished my mother would rush behind me . She didn't. She never does . After all it was her absolute humiliation and embrassment that she created some one so ugly and imperfect like me . I was nothing just an imperfect imitation and Once upon a pageant queen of every pageant of my mother wanted nothing more than to wipe this imperfection off her perfect family . Only she couldn't And neither could I.

He asks warmly, an affectionate twinkle in his eye. “Oh, don’t say that. I’m so tired of getting credit for things that just so happened to occur in my general vicinity.” I complain, slumping back and rubbing my full belly. “Not that I don’t appreciate the compliments… I just… perfection is an impossible thing to live up to… and I am so far from perfect it’s laughable. I don’t want to end up with a reputation that I’m destined to fall short of – I’m only human after all.” A moment after the words leave my mouth, I realize they aren’t true. “I mean, not human, but I’m just a person like everyone else.”

So I decided to focus on writing the poem which I imagined so I won't forget when he ask me ! What you have done to me It's not me I'm sure it's not me You're not a perfect match for me you're bad and cruel But who knows you're the most pain baring person Your pain is vulnerable Your pain is invisible You're not the person whom you're portraying to the world You're a kid craving true love to mend your heart I will be your guardian angel in your life of hell I will be light to your dark soul I will mend your heart with a ray of hope called love

I watch as the words come to mind but never leaves her lips, she has been rendered speechless. "The thing is, Becca, there is no perfect lover; we are all flawed, but knowing those flaws and still loving with all your heart creates perfect love. I will never look further than you, my love. If my heart is a flower waiting to bloom, your love is the only sunshine it needs." "Josh?"

He asks, I sigh looking down I guess I was getting worked up. "It just needs to be perfect, it's the first Christmas we're all together as a family, it's our first Christmas together being well together and it's my first Christmas back home with my family," I say, he smiles placing the dresses on the side so he could hold my hands in his.

Honestly, Randy initially seemed skeptical, but after tasting Ghea's cooking, it turned out the food was indeed as good as the girl had claimed. "Why only 9? Why not 10?" protested Ghea. She had done her best to cook so that her food would be perfect. "Well, because 10 or perfection belongs only to God, Ghe," Randy replied casually, smiling. Then he continued to enjoy his meal until everything on his plate was gone. Believing that her husband enjoyed what she had served, Ghea tried to find the right moment. Anxious hope mixed with embarrassment, afraid that her request might be outright rejected by her husband. But if she didn't try, how would she know the result, right?