Trying to compare, but the truth has been smothered
"Like a sunbeam compared to the darkest of nights
Like the crisp morning air that brings such delight
Like the turning of a page in a book unknown
Like the smile on her face when he returns home"
This is the perception of the second lass's soul
By the first, who now posits
"Yes, now everyone knows
That I am a dandelion, but she is the rose."
The latter mind is not so fond of it's owner
Attempting to encourage, but finding her loner
"Like the dull, sullen gray when the sky is full of death
Like the cough that won't escape and lingers on my breath
Like the beggar man who pleads for a meal
Like the horrifying presence of nightmares unreal"
This is the perception of the second lass's soul
By the same, who now posits
"Yes, now everyone knows
That I am a dandelion, and never the rose."
Equal in fairness, equal in beauty
But neither will realize how to achieve her true duty
To realize for oneself the depth of her grace
And not be dismayed by another's distaste