perfect imperfection...

Is it possible to see perfection in something imperfect?  I was walking Charlie and saw this tiny, red leaf - it was much, much smaller and delicate in person...so much so that I bent down to pick it up and that's when I noticed the brown tips...the "imperfect" parts of what I had initially thought was the "perfect little fall leaf".  As I turned it over in my hand I saw the crack in the middle - a "scar" of some sort, but from what?  I know this is just a little red leaf; nothing special, it's brown tips and tiny crack represent nothing other than the fact nature has a way of touching everything.  But, what I started thinking about was our imperfections...our scars...(both visual and unseen) and how they appear to others who only see the "perfect" version we work so hard to show the world.  If someone stopped and stripped me of my bubbly spirit, would they see the insecurities I hide?  If they looked hard enough, would they see the things I scrutinize over when I look in the mirror?  Would they see the shame and the guilt I carry?  Would they see my fears, my failures?  Would they see the cracks in my past, the pieces that don't perfectly line up?  Would they see the things I've tried and quit?  Would they see my worries and longings for things to be different in areas of my life?  Or...would they see me as a whole?  Would they be able to see past my imperfections and see me, generally, as a whole, as something...someone...perfect?  I suppose that's what I'm looking for.  Someone...one person...who is able to do just that.  To take every one of those things and see me as perfect...perfect for them...in all my imperfection.  But...isn't that what we're all in search of?  Even if it's just OUR ability to see ourselves as perfect...beautifully and wonderfully flawed, but perfect...