Here is a poem

About a flawless person:

It does not exist. 

Everyone has their flaws. 

Some people are kind of clumsy.

Others simply are very shy.

And more than a few of us talk just a smidge too much.

But that's the beauty of flaws --

It builds our character.

We learn from our previous weaknesses 

And turn them into strengths. 

That is the beauty of humanity.

We are flawless because we have flaws.