Charcoal…

ruzsmusings:

As dark as the night sky, I am not.

But even if my complexion were so akin to charcoal

That my eyes gleamed like the white hot tips of steel rods,

I would still love me… because He loves me.

He, who makes no mistakes,

And whose skilled hands put to shame

All the fine artists of this time. He, who made me.

There is no reason to doubt the beauty that He creates.

from http://tinypaste.com/fa31b3