Amongst the garden of beautiful roses, would you have chosen a daisy?

Amongst the countless warriors, would you have chosen a worrier?

Amongst the garden of winning lies, would you have chosen the ruthless truth?

Because I would have

. . . and that's why I chose you,

I chose you because amongst the garden of roses, the daisy would stand out. The daisy would be brave enough to hold itself up among the viny roses, regardless of its variation; at least it would be strong enough to stand its ground and remain standing with the roses. You stand out. And you - yes, you- you are the ruthless truth in this garden of chaotic, winning lies. You are not pretty. Not for display- you are art: you are beautiful.