Young Trevor was shaping a flower pot A gift for a gardener, his mom Hoping to shape it perfectly He started patient and calm But the height was a bit uneven The rim was wonky here and there Frustrated with imperfections Asked the teacher for tips she could share

She said magic is finding a new way For your love to be conveyed Few things (or people) are flawless Remember we're all handmade

Years later when the boy became a young man He met Sarah whom he adored Her humour and kindness were endearing He had never felt this before But she struggled to make a commitment Although she adored him as well Feeling her faults were so many That one day she'd ruin the spell

But he said the magic is finding a new way For your love to be conveyed Few things (or people) are flawless Remember we're all handmade

Art and love can be scary Unpredictable, exciting if you're bold Great joy can come from your creation But seeking perfection is fool's gold

You know that magic is finding a new way For your love to be conveyed Few things (or people) are flawless Remember we're all handmade