To be perfect is like being a glass rose.
It means standing before everyone with poise and beauty.
Never moving or wavering before their eyes.
To never feel touch nor your own heart

You do it for all those around you
Never once considering your own feelings
Their gazes making sure you never make a mistake
To stay still and beautiful forever more

To be perfect is to be a glass rose
So lovely but always in danger of breaking
To be tossed aside for something more lovely
Or Carelessly dropped and broken

So if being perfect is being a glass rose
Then I am glad you are the real deal
Despite the thorns that prick my finger
Aside from the fact that one day you shall wilt

I am glad you are a real rose
Not only beautiful to look upon
But your beauty resides within as well
So I am glad you are not perfect nor made of glass

Because honestly glass is just no fun to hug