The Delicate Beautiful Flower

The delicate , beautiful flower.
 She looks away from the hateful plants that surround her. 
She avoids drawing attention to herself to prevent getting picked by someone unworthy. 
Whom spots the reflection on her of the precious little things within her , may proceed to come closer and softly brush her petals. 
Petals, petals that her mother doesn't see. Instead she sees the thorns , her thorns, well the thorns that she placed in her.
She hides them, well attempts to , with her stem. 
As the thorns grow and become more apparent , her stem thickens - enough to mask and or devour the thorns. 
Plenty of times has she made the mistake of letting someone approach her, whom only wants to rip out what makes her beautiful and unique. 
Maybe out of envy ? 
So it's evident that she tries to keep herself hidden , away from those who care only for what meets the eye. 
What meets their eyes?
They see a regular flower or maybe just a plant.
They don't give her a second glance , or a chance.
They don't care to know her origin or take a closer look. 
If they took a closer look , they'd know- they'd see her glow. 
They wouldn't mind what there is to see. 
They wouldn't mind the rips in her petals, the dent in her stem- nor the sprouts surrounding her. 
They'd be captivated by her immaculate ora.
They'd be struck by the brightness she reflects. 
They'd thank god they took the second glance , gave her a second chance. 
She deserves no less than a meticulous gardener ; She shall not settle for less. 
She wishes to not be approached unless good intentions are had, such as to preserve her unique beauty. 
Though it may seem hard to find her , thou who has pure intentions shall not struggle (whom is worthy). 
I am that delicate , beautiful flower.