Imperfect

I am
Incapable of perfection
I know this
It is my nature
I am a being of imperfection

All that I touch
All that I see
Is destined to disappear
Is destined to crumble
And fall away
To nothing

But you
You see
What does not disappear
What does not crumble
What does not fall away

I seek you
Not that I might be you
But only
That I might know you
As you really are