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.