A lover once told me that I was the brightest star in the galaxy;
That even our sun didn’t compare.
But didn’t he know that I was burning myself up,
Just to give him a breathe of fresh air?
That lover also told me I was beautiful like the roses, that bloomed in early spring.
But didn’t he know that roses had thorns?
And when you grasp them too roughly they sting?
You see, this lover never believed in my fire, and my petals were all plucked by his hand.
He only coveted me for selfish desire; and I thought I’d never love again.
But remember reader, you are beautiful and you deserve a love that grows.
Never forget why you have thorns; never forget you’re a perfect rose.
— One day you will be loved