Your like a gift so neatly wrapped in a blue Ribbon, your self worth is a gift but found in no man, not even in my words. Founded in the one who bled for the humanity. He made your ambition like a craving sweet tea in hot summer day, he made your love like a fever in the dead of the night being Touch my caring mom. He made your uniqueness like unheard notes played in the delays and reverb guitar pedals to capture hearts.
He made your charisma in the world of chaos to let it shine bright in the darkest hearts.

He made your skin like the dirt of Africa beautifully blended like the mountains of Afghanistan, he made your body like the  Dead Sea as so death is so beautiful,
He made you a gift with layers of a honey tree as I Pull every inch of bark it’s beauty to be captured.