Reflection of flawed imperfection staring back at me pleading to be cherished.
I found truth from within, buried underneath a yearning to be desired,
yet a needing of love from Self.
Crooked smiles were gracefully painted on its canvas; a wrapping of the arms hugging tightly around self; a resting of the hands against the warming heart.
Sensitive to the unfamiliar touch of affection, deprived by others.
It was then when I recognized the sensation.
the interior warmth,
the restoration of courage to feel again.
The intrinsic means to rebirth in spirit.
A dying soul awakening from the cold winds.
A blossoming of the new flower.
A rose striving through a concrete past.
A glistening dandelion once more from a glimpse of the Son.
It was then when I felt love.
It was then when I embraced the Son’s light that shone upon her reflection.
It was then when I found her.
Belle Fleur.
I’ve loved her ever since.