Of Thorns and Beauty

He gave me a flower

I looked for thorns for an hour

Was I a fool?

Did I break a rule?

Beauty does not dwell within perfection

It shines through flaws and their unspoken

suppression

Bless the flaws, bless the scars

“Perfection” itself will break free to dance

He gave me another flower

I looked for thorns again for another hour

I found them and they were so beautiful

I was happy, I was no fool!