Beauty is long-suffering and is kind; beauty does not envy; beauty does not parade itself, it is not arrogant; does not behave rudely; beauty does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in truth; beauty bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
They say not to put you on a pedestal, but it is sometimes hard for me to not. You surely must be one of my ribs, for you hold my heart and are always near it; you cling to my side. Like a rib, you can only hurt my heart if you are broken. You are more than the closest friend, you are a part of me. I want to be with you, beside you; I want to protect you and I want you to protect me. You are my willow tree, a safe and comfortable haven. Truly, my hands are smeared with tears for I do not consider myself worthy of your love but I have it nonetheless. I did not think that anyone could love so deeply or passionately. I did not think that anyone could love as kindly or patiently, or that a relationship that was conceived out of lust could turn into a beautiful union, or that it would teach me so much about my relationship with God. Years ago, I was so far from the truth, the light; I was wandering in darkness and I did not know how to leave. I could not feel. I considered myself lost. Then God sent me you, and you opened my heart and renewed the light that I once had. I felt again, and feel again. I am laid low and shaken; I understand now that these strong feelings that I have for you is how I should feel and should have felt towards Christ, my redeemer, and have not for so long. This is what I need to do. This is how marriage is to be. I used to think that marriage is something that people just do, but now I know that it is something one learns. You are not always right, and you are not perfect. But I promise to do my best to treat you right, for you are perfect for me. In times of confusion and peril I may reach to ungainly things or lash out in unseemly ways, but your patience and forgiveness always bring me back. Who else is there that would forgive me like you? There is no one that would care for me that much. I consider the rest of the world cold and threatening, unforgiving and dark, compared to you. There is only one thing that I dread in our relationship, and that is the one day where we must be apart, back to where we started before we found one another. Death surely comes for us all, and we are no exception, but I fervently wish that when that day comes, it comes for me first, lest I perish more slowly afterwards in a cursed life without you. Surely, the pale and thin attraction of skin and curves are as shallow and weak as paper, but the deep and rich beauty of your soul I long to know every day. Your beauty isn’t ridiculous, it doesn’t shine or dazzle so desperately like plastic rhinestones or instagram models, but you are a model to my person, a mold to my heart. Your smile is kind, it is graceful, it opens my heart when I see it and it is exactly what I need. Your kind, vulnerable, intimate love is the nutrition that my soul thrives on, and it was truly starving until we found each other. I ask your parents how they raised the perfect daughter, to which they cannot speak They did not have a hand in your beauty, but like anything too good to be true, you just came into being. Like a lily that is not planted or sewn, but placed upon the surface of the water, you are just here among the algae and reeds. You are a brilliant star that has come down to visit us from a place and people much higher than this.