#2109-Perfection

It is rare,

That I stare at flowers,

Passing me by.

But today,

One caught me by surprise.

Gazing at her,

Indistinct tiny blemishes,

Appeared before my eyes.

With a smile,

I walked on by.

For they were nothing,

But birthmarks,

Staring back,

Reminding me of faults,

I’ve been taught to see,

In my life.