Her

It's not about the lips.
It's about the quiet voice that says "Yes" in obedience.

It's not about the eyes.
It's about the humble reverence.

It's not about the nose.
It's about what fills every single breath.

It's not about the hair.
It's about all those lovely things that are right underneath it.

It's not about the hands.
It's about all the embraces and reaching outs they've done.

It's not about the legs.
It's about the miles they've walked for strangers.

It's not about the cheeks.
It's about the modesty that makes them so beautifully colored.

It's not about the ears.
It's about them being open to hear the cries of the broken.

It's not about the body.
It's about the heart and spirit that are hidden inside of it.




It's not about the girls.
It's about her.