You may accept her as she is,
for she is fully whole as she dances among the flowers.
She tied her ribbons around herself
that stream and twirl no matter 
if the wind may happen to be blowing.
She is her perfections, 
and her flaws, 
all garnished with rainbow ties.
Her grace is that of the wind.
It may shift or stumble,
but all love it for what it is.
She knows that whether she is received the same way
is irrelevant.
The sunlight shines upon her petals,
and she provides the magnifying glass
to kindle it into a flame.
Her courage is infinite,
for now she may remain completely vulnerable,
but she is
unbreakable.
Her vase may shatter,
but her soul of handpicked flowers
cannot.
Her peace is as endless as the oceans,
for she holds the burning flame,
and as she lets her light shine,
she gives others
an ember
to do
the same.