How does a flower know it’s beautiful ?
Does it wait to be told by others?
Or does it know deep down inside
That it possesses the inner beauty that others crave?
How does one react when they are told they are beautiful?
When they are envied for what they have
What others crave?
Is it really theirs, or was it given to them to share?
Given them to share with the world
So that others can see the wonder
And marvel in gods gifts
Do people get used to the gift?
Do they look in the mirror each day and still see the magic that strangers see?
That second glance that they get
That smile that greets them from passers by
That the people who love you still see every moment in your presence ?
Do you still see the beauty others do when they look in the mirror?
Or does it become common place
Like a tea towel in the kitchen
Barely noticed in the day to day bustle ?
Tell me princess
What do you see now
Do you still the majesty that you are
That causes strangers to stop in their tracks?
Or have you succumbed
Been beaten down
And started taking yourself for granted ?
I know I haven’t
Every moment with you still is like the first
I still count myself lucky to know you
And long to be with you again
As soon as I leave our presence.
So dear princess
Do you see the majesty I see
The beauty radiating from your soul
Your inner warmth
Your inner smile ?
You have the heart of an angel
When you next look in the mirror
See the beauty that you bring
See the love that you give
To everyone in your light
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