The Rose and the mirror
Standing at the mirror, trying to see the perfect Rose I see, she looked hard at her reflection, to find the Rose that she is to me
She could only see her flaws, the tracks from the tears she'd wept, she couldn't see the girl I saw, or how into my heart she crept
She couldn't see her inner beauty, or understand why I would fall in love, she just saw the empty shell and not the Angel from above
She couldn't see her perfect petals, staring in the reflection of her face, no idea of her beauty, which made my poor heart race
I pray one day she's see her worth, I hope she finally knows, how wonderful she is to me, the girl I call the Rose
So each time you catch your reflection do one thing i plea, say these words I'm sending you, just do this thing for me
Look deep into the mirror, breath deep and count to Three then say BE STRONG AND BE BEAUTIFUL BUT MOST OF ALL BE ME
THE KINKY POET