Putting her ahead of me had been the biggest honour of this life. I put her above all else. I honour her before God. I blush at the idea of her. I can’t contain the way her presence in my life makes me feel. I think far ahead all whilst trying to enjoy every moment, every call, every show, every picture, even chuckle. Because her laugh is my happiness. Thats why i try to bring it from her. To cut through the madness the world presents her with. She’s my biggest priority. Her heart, mind , soul & spirit. I love them all tenderly. I try to be empathetic. I try to hold her passionately. I try to speak life into her, and back it up through action. I’d starve so she could eat, slave so she could kick up her feet, die so she could live. I pray her release from bad times. I pray healing and calm and hood over her spirit. I try to love as best as my humanity allows. I big her up in any space. I try to love her hard enough that it drowns out any self doubt so that my voice sings her praises louder than anything that brings her down. So she knows her worth. So she knows her beauty. So she never speaks bad about herself. So she has an example of what she deserves to give to herself. I’ve loved every version of her I’ve had the pleasure of knowing. Life is better with her beside me and i don’t care if she would say the same because I’m proud that I can own that. Proud that i gave my all. Proud that i tried. I tried to put her before me. To elevate her. To bring her closer to God. To listen and learn. To challenge myself to be better…. All so that i could serve her better. I humble myself at any chance I get to be better for her. And I’m sorry for all the things I’m not and all the things i’ve yet to become.

She’s Pure.

She’s Whole.

She’s Rare.