"A Rose By Any Other Name"

Look at me.
You see yourself as a dandelion,
one of many, and not at all special;
Yet, still considered a flower by some.

In reality, you're a rose,
deep, rich red, delicate passion pink.
Soft, satiny petals,
And yet, you do have your thorns-

You keep those about you at a distance,
seemingly to be safe.
But there is nothing to be afraid of,
So, look at me...

You are in your prime, your beauty's in full bloom,
Feel it, let it happen, it's become a part of you.
You have such a special gift, in which you deny yourself
the pleasure of your deep passions...Decadent, and starving.

Look at me.
Don't be afraid to feed yourself-
And taste all the pleasures
that life has to offer.

Let yourself be loved, but most important of all-
Love yourself.
For only then, can you look into a mirror-
And be happy with what you see.