Time and time again, we are blind
To see what’s buried inside

Because of
The lies echoed by our mind
The garbage swayed on our side
Polluting our hearts with falsehood
Till we are tied to our inefficiencies
Our gaze being on what ain’t good
Trapped in lies of our inabilities

But the “you” is the beautiful colour
That’s whiter than the white collar
The you is the best scent
Adorable as the French accent
The you is as an angel sent

Because,
You are more than enough
In the storm you stand tough
Even when the wind becomes rough.

You are
An ideal definition
A treasured explanation
A unique manifestation
A special creation
Newly designed invention
A rare kind, a rare tribe
The fullness of your own vibe

You are a new genre
An untold story for His glory