The reflection in a puddle
May be a little distorted or muddled
The beauty still lies within

Prayed it be real
Turn out her love was temporary
Felt like a dream too good to be true
Her love over another
It will be missed heart yearning
Like an deprived addiction
The struggle can't get that fix
Infatuation or love causing confusion
A rare kiss that took your breath away
Emotionally charged touch
Lost spark now it's over moving on

The beauty of nature lies in it's imperfections...

A crooked branch, a deformed leaf, an unformed bud or a wingless fly...

Why do we then strive to be perfect?