Eye of the Beholder

You always feel like A Sunflower amidst the Daffodils A Thistle among the Tulips Out of place, unsightly You see yourself As the ugly duckling But who never transformed Into the beautiful swan You feel ugly and at odds Ungainly and ungraceful How wrong you are To me you are perfection You should feel like You are a Rose amidst Cabbages An Orchid among Daises In pride of place, radiant I see you as The beautiful signet Who was transformed Into a beautiful graceful swan That’s how I see you An angel from the host A goddess among mortals Whom I shall forever worship