Nyaradzo,

I present to you this rose as a remembrance of all the pain and joy we’ve been through. I seldom tell you how much I love you. How much I admire you.
I often mistreat you and down play your worth.

There’s beauty in your complexity you are strong, fierce and full of fire. Your passion burns brighter than your fears but at times you tend to love those who do not deserve it.

Look in the mirror and acknowledge that your black is beautiful. The fine brown lines that run across your temple of being are signs of growth and growth is good. But with growth comes pain and trauma and you will have to dedicate time to healing.

My love for you runs deep and one day you’ll be able to reciprocate it. For now keep pushing forward and leave your mark. Remember your worth, no one can take that away from you.