In perfect rhythm, rhyming three by three,
the terza rima finds its symmetry,
but in its beauty lies its fragility.

For though it strives for such uniformity,
imperfections may well find their way in,
like cracks formed in a perfect tapestry.

Yet these flaws reveal a truth from within,
that life is imperfect, a paradox,
for imperfection is where true grace begins.

© C.Warner