He will see my heart first – its strength, its resilience, its magnitude, its determination, its power.
He will see my brain, and value the way I think, the logic intertwined with compassion, the depth, the simplicity.
He will see my eyes, dark brown eyes, wide with excitement, creases in the corners from smiling, and a depth that says, “I’ve been there. I understand. I’ve come through it, I’m here for you, and we’re here together now.”
He will see my skin, smooth and tan, and the curves of my body, my legs, my chest, and he will see femininity in every inch; he’ll see a softness he desires to touch and a firmness that signifies strength and health.
He will listen for my voice, the tone, the articulation, the animation and emotion injected into it that will carry him like a wave.
He will take pleasure in causing my laughter because all he wants to do is give me joy, levity, happiness.
He will recognize the rarity of my attributes and how they fit perfectly with his, and because of this, he’ll know I am the only one for him.
He’ll know this with the force of a tidal wave. He’ll know it is God’s will [greater than us, and for great purpose], that we are One, and he’ll claim our union with relentless determination, swiftly, wholly, and completely. There will be no room for interpretation. He’ll know. I’ll know. It will simply be.