Perfection is not to be seen,

It cannot be touched or felt.

It isn't easily deemed.

Perfection is not a label,

It is not hierarchy, nor a crown.

One can't be born able.

Perfection is not a name,

Nor is it the face you are bore.

Looks can only create fame,

Or rot you down to your core.

Perfection is a glistening smile,

Happy to give such sweetness,

To anyone, even so vile.

Perfection is a heart of gold,

Solid; full of kindness.

Perfection is being beautiful,

Without having to be told.