You are the daughter of God.
God who is the King of all Kings.
Therefore, you are a Princess.
A Princess should be treated right.
At. All. Times.
Cliché but often times, compromised.
You my dear are worth so much more.
More than the first soldier the enemy sent to attack the King.
You my dear are strong.
Stronger to be just defeated by that first war.
You my dear are wise.
Wiser to just be fooled by a stranger pretending to care.
You my dear are beautiful.
Beautiful than the sunset disguised as a farewell.
You my dear are loved.
Loved by the Father who is willing to sacrifice His own Son so just you’d be safe and protected.
So don’t settle for whoever comes along just because you felt lonely and alone on that one cold evening you wanted someone to talk to or to be with.
‘Cause just incase you already forgot.
You are the daughter of God.
God who is the King of all Kings.
Therefore, you are a Princess.
A Princess should be treated right.
At. All. Times.