Luna, I fell in love with his sun beat African skin before I got a glimpse of his heart. The darkness of it, the different shades of black he reveals all on his skin, the back road of humanity. His skin enticed me in and I fell for his face. His nose, in particular, the shape and how it wrinkles when he laughs or furrows when he is appalled. His lips stare at me, provoking me and his eyes warn me off. His hair reveals a future that is soon and near. His body, the Yoruba tribe must have envisioned him when they described the deities. His sturdy arm reminds me of the resilience of the African nation and his tight core of the cultures we share and how we cling towards them. His legs the pillar of your strength in hard times and the pain our grandparent's backs took. His feet remind me of Jesus, if I knew I was dying tomorrow, I would spend all day tending to him. If only he saw himself through my eyes, he would fall in love with himself the way I do because it is not just his heart that glitters, his skin glistening and his features shimmering. This man stole my heart but would have gladly given it to him had he asked.