she paused to gaze,
and saw beauty looking back at her.
So delicate and fragile, yet thorns to protect from harm.
wondered where it all would lead,
thought about all of her dreams and desires,
and realized, that like the rose,
she also had thorns she used as protection.
for a short time, then it will wither and die.
She began to understand, that she
would not wither, she would bloom,
and again looked at her reflection.
Beauty looking back at Her.
