Like the Flower, Nothing would be as sweet as she. She would be protected and full of passion. Innocent being, not phased by anything. Courage she would believe in, love she would hope in. Naive she would never be; She would be beautifully smart. Omniscient. She would be thought as perfect, so she would rise from failure. She would be truly real and speak her mind openly. It wouldn\'t be harsh though she would be considerate. Unlike most individuals in the thought of mankind. She would be liked by many. She would never fear of being alone. She would never be me. Unblemished. Pure. Poised. Gracious.