Perfect Woman

In the moon's gentle glow, not flawless, we find,  
Craters paint its surface, a celestial kind.  
The sea, enchanting beauty, deep and salted,  
In its abyss, mysteries entwined and vaulted.  
 
The sky, an infinite canvas, clouds may roam,  
Yet its expanse holds a beauty of its own.  
Imperfect allure, a truth to behold,  
Special in uniqueness, a story unfolds.  
 
In the realm of beauty, perfection's not the rule,  
It's the special, the unique, that makes hearts full.  
Thus, every woman, a special kind of grace,  
A unique story, a distinct embrace.  
 
In the realm of uniqueness, every woman is complete,  
A perfect blend of strengths and virtues, truly replete.  
Imperfections woven into a special, flawless art,  
Each one a masterpiece, perfect from the start.