Sky scrappers, reach ultimate heights, only to view a portrait of God’s canvas.
He created you that way.
Your strong shoulders have been burdened with the weight of the world, but don’t slouch down.

Stop trying to fit in because you don’t.
You are not the carbon copy of a man that someone coerced you to be.
You are God’s creation.

When He made you, he pulled out all the stops.
The warmth of your mahogany skin haunts my memory.
The fire in your eyes light my soul.

Your monumental character cannot be diminished. You are the light, so shine.
Others are overwhelmed by the love and light that you bring.
Don’t hold back or shrink in the mediocrity that surrounds you.
God created you to outshine the stars.

Reach out to the heavens; God has you in His hands.
He made you in His image, and he has the perfect plan.

I am captivated by you.
Your love is like a gravitational pull.

The bass of your voice lingers in the recesses of my mind. I can’t sleep, I can’t eat.
The playlist of your love is in my head on repeat.
You are my inspiration; you are my muse.
God’s grace is on our side, so we cannot lose.