I love a man who is a lover. He loved me first and I responded. In his love I am secure. In his love I am able to rest as well as to reach and relate and react.
He expresses wonder at my beauty and I know he sees with grace. He is a servant and he gives and strives for and is there for those he cares for. He has been a blessing to me for ten years now and I hope will continue to be so for many more.
He is to me a picture of Christ's love for the church.
I am more grateful than I can say.