There's no words that I could say,
To describe you,
And who you are.
Nothing such as this,
Have I had to do.
Simple words with simple meanings,
Can't be used.
Were you created to be,
Like all others?
Or did you have,
Your own special mold?
Yet,
You have drawbacks,
I notice but I like.
Certain features,
That just come together.
But there are still no words,
I can find.
But for now,
You're perfectly imperfect.