Looks unto you,
His precious daughter,
And calls you
Beautiful
You're the apple
Of His eye,
The center
Of His universe
You are absolutely loved
And incomparably so.
Yet you doubt yourself
And you shy away
You question your
Heart's motivations
But maybe that's why
Beauty exudes forth
From your spirit
You don't boast
In your appearance
You don't care
To draw attention
You're content knowing
That everything
Will be okay.
And maybe that's why
One can't help himself
But fall for your
Cascading grace
He'll get more
Than he'll ever see
For your spirit is where
Your beauty lies.
Your modesty breaks the proudest heart
So now, consider this heart broken.
