Mirror

I wish she could see. She thinks that she can, but compared to what I am privileged to, she’s blind. A beauty that can not properly be defined by the words in any understood language. A beauty that defies any of society’s molds or expectations. She holds such a dear position in my heart, and she doesn’t even know it. Her only flaw is her tendency to speak for me. She can’t see what I see, she doesn’t know what I know. She’s not qualified to judge herself on what she thinks I show. Deeper than the surface, there are layers to her I pray she soon discovers. Her beauty isn’t skin deep it’s intricate and bewitching. I wish she could see.