God himself could not made the most precious thing on this earth. Something so great, an magnificent that hen he made it, it was grand. See he took time to coil each strand of hair on your body and made sure your skin was just the right shade of night. Soft to the touch, nose to breathe the heat of the day teeth so white to be seen in darkness it self. We never take time out to pay attention to what details of this man. So I crown you now as my king, and one day you will chose me as your queen. Many moons have past an yet we have took you for granted.