Oxymoron

Perfect imperfection.
Opposites that attract so naturally.
Eloquent as a violin playing as the ship sinks in the storm.
Bittersweet but so beautiful.
Perfect imperfection.
Milk chocolate for eyes that stare into the clouds endlessly.
Daydreamer, daydreamer are the words that the wind whispers in her ears.
The sun shines bright trying to reveal her streaks of tears.
She wears them proud- invisible tears , invisible fears – indeed.
She still smiles.
Shy but still proud of her perfect imperfections.
Stretch marks from the miracles of life that she bore into this wretched land of man.
Stripes of a warrior, strength of a gladiator.
Battle scars etched into skin the texture of velvet made with ingredients of honey , almonds and caramel.
Perfect imperfections.
Perfect imperfections indeed.