If love is like light,
And I think it is,
Then you are my sun,
Providing warmth and energy.
If love is like water,
And I think it is,
Then you are the rain:
Consistent, gentle, sometimes fierce,
Ever satisfying.
If love is like earth,
And I think it is,
You are soil
Nourishing my growth.
So fortunately situated, I am,
Roots deep in the heart of a virtuous man.
The strength in my frame,
The life in my limbs,
The fruit that I bear and have to give,
All testify to your great love for me.
Dear you are to me.
And dear you are to God, too,
I believe.
For He tells husbands to love wives
As their own flesh.
And so you do.
Therefore, God and I both,
Adore and honor you.
-Veronica Boulden
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