the imperfect virtuous woman

As our eyes lock one to another, a divine masterpiece you are, I hear a whisper in the eternity saturated atmosphere.
Undeniably God’s mouthpiece, able to ease and adorn with peace, he said as I harkened with my soul.
Perfect love casts out all fear, it is crystal clear that I too yen to be near.

Even so, as forever unfolds in this moment of sheer hope, let the steps leading to the encirclement of my heart be guided by informed love.
Let your unceasing binding choice be founded and anchored in transparency.
My sins, which were many, were wiped clean wen mercy rewrote my life.
It is true, he who is forgiven much, loves much.

A proverbs 31 woman you have conferred me to be.
I can only hope that does not scream perfection in your ears, for I am far from that.
My beauty and tenacity are curved and molded by imperfection.
each rising sun serves as a chance to be continuously conformed to his image.

If my declaration of humanity has not closed off the curtains of your heart, nor has my honesty brought a love bitter taste, my hand you can have.
The eyes cannot lie, they mirror the deep desire to be eternally intertwined with you.
So, my love, until forever becomes a reality, let us sail together to the sunset.