
You are more beautiful than all the eyes can see
Yet, what is more important is you being next to me
For when I have you near beside
What is beautiful, truly so, above the greatest bride, becomes secondary as do the features that you carry with a woman’s pride.
You ask, why do you love me, and my answer has always been the same,
For your source of pride does not call as much as the strength and beauty of your name,
I can make sense of all the suffering that does come as the great tides,
For the taste of your being, the flavor of your spirit, body, and mind,
Is the elixir to all the pains that do abide.
Yet still beholding your body I have the holy and the greatest pride that you, my bride, are better than all with breasts that can as no other can provide.
Your face as the most beautiful that won this race,
You are eternally the best that nature and God has given for me to embrace.