The flawless skin and the perfect tan

Reveal only the best organism.

Then the closer you get to your demise

You find you loved them for only their eyes.

Something will be wrong, that fate can’t be missed

Whether it’s how they act, if you insist.

None can be perfect in this mortal state

(Excluding he who helps us reinstate)

There are those who get close to this yearn’d trait

But to them perfection will ne’er await.

They oft won’t reach the world's perspective

But love from them is highly infective

These are they who are disabled you see:

These are they I do love, you should agree.