Beautiful,confused,and innocent was what her eyes and mind would always feel and see

How could one mere girl endure so much pain in one lifetime
She was a delicate rose and he was her picker

He told her out of everyrose he could see,she was the rarest of them all

She was just what his mind and body wanted
Not every rose is the same he told her for each and everyone possesses a special unigueness about themselves

Beauty is only one but size and color are the most important
Beauty is not what makes you he told her
It's what you make yourself to be.