Is she the quintessence of my queen?  

Created perfect through her imperfections,  

not perfect in perfect's sense, but perfect for me.  

Living her life through clouded eyes, 

carrying on each day unclear of her beauty within.   

Beauty hidden in plain sight, 

but still hidden, as she seeks perfection.   

Pursuing perfection a blessing and a curse,  

always progressing and never satisfied.  

Failing to enjoy the process, seeking a non-existent state.  

Is she the quintessence of my queen?      

What does she think...