A Sunflower Surrounded by Roses

The Perfect Poem

I only dream to write something beautiful.
The perfect poem.
One that you'll want to write on your skin permanently, as if craving your initials on an old white olk tree.
A rhyming sensation, perfect empathy.
As bright as a single bulb in the darkest room.
A delicate nature, forgetmenot.
One that is different from all the others.
A snowflake of its own.

But, there is no such thing.
You can't be perfect,
Without a few flaws.