To Mi alma, the girl of the Eden-mouth and the queen of the galaxy. Greetings from Hereland. To the beautiful you, not like the girls of magazine but the raw, natural and organic mortal that invaded my sense. To the lady, so glassy, in a world where people wear masks. You have given my world a meaning, I must admit. You turned your soul home to many, no wonder your magic words curves smiles. Dictates of the majority has never been your style, you stand out. This raven I just let go out of the window of my thoughts, is to you my dear one, relaying a reminder of the rare specie you are . How you fell from heaven and refused to hang out with your fellow stars, is a story of another day.
But first tell me, what drives your intuition? How comes the world does not corrupt you like the others? The millennial don’t go to church, why do you? Perverts don’t trick you, could it be because you are a butterfly, pretty to see but hard to catch? Surrounded by mediocrity, you refuse to be comfortable in conformity, congratulations! How I wish this was contagious. By the way the other day I heard that guy asking you out to a drinking party, and what did you say, “No. Thanks. I am full of Jesus.” Wow, that was legendary! You don’t really forget who you are, do you? Thank your mum for me please. She deserves the credit for refining you. My fine-piece, I have been wandering everywhere, from Hereland to Thereland, from Thatland to the Otherland, couldn’t find you. I guess God was still working His best magic on you. But here you are! When the slay queens wake up, wear blankets of make up so that they can show up to impress, you my queen dress up and with you head bowed and hands lifted up in worship surrender to your king above, who knows you better. You are bright enough to know that in your relationship with Him, you will never be heartbroken. Instagram and facebook likes do not turn your world on, but visions and missions. You deserve more than the Nobel for the noble efforts you are putting to the revision of this world.
You have subscribed to high standard of morality, I salute you. You never trade your authenticity for approval, I take my hat off! You responded to the greatest calling there is and accepted Him as your personal savior, you deserve a standing ovation. You may not be perfect but there is no doubt you are the GPS in that path. Don’t be scared when it feels lonely. “ It doesn’t always mean you are lonely when you are alone”. Don’t flock with the pigeons, you are an eagle. So mount on those wings and soar away; you know where to, right? You are as brave as a lioness, protect you throne. Draw the lines and keep them high above the pits. When He, returns, He will surely crown you! But before then my queen, am bending the knee, am fighting for your course. God let slip of you angel and my world says amen!
Till the trumpets sound, ciao!