Perfect?

I am average. 

I can play guitar, but not well.

I can play piano, but not well.

I can dance, but not well.

I can write, but not well.

But...

if I can strum a few chords down those steel strings,

if I can flit a trill or two up the ivory keys,

if I can spin and glide across that floor,

if I can write the single, most beautiful word in the world,

and she smiles?

Then I know that I am perfect.