Reflections

I see you now as you should see yourself
The reflection in my eyes
Is the mirror into your soul
Why don’t you know you are beautiful?
Your presence alone guarantees a smile
Until you believe that you are
The direct descendant of Kings and Queens
My words will mean nothing
Unless you believe in the gift of who you are.

Jéan-Pierre, Dean
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10:08am
10-15-06