She was flawed, completely; but not in the way she though.

She was flawed in the way an artist ruins a white canvas with a beautifully colored sunset.

she was damaged, in the way the night sky is broken by the dawn.

 An orchid appears as another plant unworthy of a second gaze, yet it produces the most spectacular bloom. she is this bloom, complex and mysterious, but unquestionably sweet. Valued for her differences from others, and unmatched in my heart.