How can I possibly draw up Perfection?

"How can I possible draw up perfection?" I sighed in frustrations.
It was his turn to look at me strangely.
"You have done quite a few, if you ask me," he said.
I laughed.
"Why thank you, you mean flatterer," I said and hung my head.
He frowned.
"It was a compliment, if you must know," he said, obviously exasperated.
I raised a brow.
"I don't understand," I said densely.
He sighed.
"Here let me show you -- " he randomly picked one of my sketch pads and begun leafing through it puposedly.
He was intent and silent for a while.
"Hmm, who is this angel?" he asked in wonder.
"What angel --?" I rose to take a peek.
"I've never seen this before --" he said." She is exquisite....." he ran his fingertips through the image as if in an awe, then caught sight of the title."Kurama," he read out loud.
I burst out laughing.
"Hmm," he shook his head." Strange name for an angel," he murmured absently." Who is she?"
I stifled my laughter and said," Kurama is not a she, Kurama is a HE."
My laughter escaped me again.
"What?" he exclaimed, aghast, then took a closer look at the image."Oh, yes," he said after studying it for an entire minute." Kurama is definitely a male."
With narrowed eyes he looked at me curiously.
"You must love this person deeply to be able to project him in this exquisite image," he said almost to himself.
I nodded.
"I do," I admitted simply."He is a magnificent character, gifted with great talents and a brilliant mind."
I laughed again because it felt good, then sighed." He is as you've said, exquisite."
"Hmm, Kurama," a pause."Yes, I remember him now, " he murmured. "It is him," his eyes flashed with recognition. "You just added more laughter into his eyes .... interesting.."
Then he begun turning the pages again.
"Wow!" he exclaimed, amazed." Who is This?" a pause." Wait a minute," he frowned." I'll be damned --" he studied the image thoroughly." Louis de Pointe du Lac" he read the label." What the --"
I laughed at his expression. Priceless.
"Don't tell me you love this guy too," he said incredulously.
"Yes," I gulped my laughter." I'm telling you I love this guy too," I said in between laughter.
"How do you capture such beauty...?" he shook his head.
"That is easy," I said. "I drew those images from my heart. His is a pure soul, as immortal as he, and such gentle heart..." I sighed.
"I've read about him," he muttered under his breath. " Although I could never imagine him to be as ethereal as the image you've created out of him." he sighed."Women..." he shook his head in disbelief." But then again, it could be just you --"
I laughed.
"You make them so achingly beautiful," he said almost scornfully.
I laughed again. Harder this time.
"I just draft what I feel," I said almost apologetically. "I must admit that they entranced me."
"Hmm..." he said absently.
"And I'm held helpless by their magnificence that the enchantment almost makes me cry," I sighed.
"You are certainly weird --" he murmured again, sounding vaguely bored as he started to turn the pages again.
"This is strange --" he said, staring at the page before us.
I shrugged.
"Don --" he begun to read the label." I don't understand." he said after a pause.
"Why haven't you done any draft of him?" he probed.
Silence.
I stared at the almost blank page, then silently traced the single outline of a heart, shaped at the center of the page, with the tips of my fingers.
I couldn't suppress a sigh when I whispered.
"Tell me," I looked at him with frustrations."How can I possibly draw up perfection?"
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