She ditched her weave and let my love stitch through

She let her perm go and allowed my love to permeate truth

She stopped wearing make up and conceded to my love to eye line for lost time

She took off her high heels and let my love make her humble and feel how The Most Highs are so divine

She ripped those beauty magazines up and let the gaze of my love make her feel like a Queen

Heaven sent

She disposed of all the bad foods she used to eat and let the love from my lips provide nourishment throughout the week

She retired from watching television and let my love instill a channel of focus and now people watch her glow


My love got her living better.. being better

but the funny thing is...







I never met her.