Analysis of Perfect Imperfections

From the clay, the Potter's hand molded me every detail.
With great patience he sculpted me.
In his image, every Imperfection was perfection, meant to be.
See we all are his imperfections and perfections.
That's what makes us all unique.
You see perfection, and think I'm imperfection.
But every Imperfection is perfection instilled in me.
Broke the mold, making this perfection.
Hear you're jealous, see imperfections envy over me.
My great perfection, made this imperfection in his image.
I, apart of him, Him part of me.
So perfection is all he sees.
To him I am perfection. But his great imperfection as we all can see.
I see my imperfections, but I am his reflection.
Every Imperfection, though it's imperfection, is perfection that you see.