He didn’t have to drive a range rover, much as I like it, he didn’t have to tell wondrous tales, I wouldn’t have believed them anyway. He didn’t have to exaggerate the truth because it was plain to the naked eye. He didn’t have to promise me a wedding ring, the Lord decides but just by being what he was made to be he accomplished so much more. The loving words in times of distress, the broad shoulders to bear my every anguish, the chastising tone of disapproval when needed and the warm embrace to recapture moments spent away. The reflex response to someone trying to disrespect me, the glowing admiration for who I am, the warm acceptance of my many flaws and the desire to mould me into a better person.
I sing a little song of love for the one person whose faults diminish in my eyes and whose love knows no bounds. I thank God each day for his amazing creation and for leading his son to me. The man who shares my life is this one man who can make me laugh and cry, who stirs the most intense emotions inside me and who makes other men seem so much smaller. From his brows which remain a perfect work of art, to his lashes which are so long and straight that I go green with envy. Methinks he is indeed a fine gentleman. What more can a woman ask for? Than a man who makes plans with her in mind, who looks beyond the present and thinks of a future to share with his woman. A man who recognizes that God comes first.
To this man I wish the best of luck in this life and beyond, I pray him the brightest of all lights, the prettiest of all roses, the purest of all springs, the highest of all heights and the lightest of all loads. His happiness remains my happiness and his joy my joy. For all that he prays to God for shall it be granted unto him and above all grace without measure.
