He stands 6 feet 3 inches – a whole foot taller than I am. His eyes are the eyes of a sun-god. Their perfect shape defines his soul as a good-hearted man with a sharp exterior. The beauty of his eyes exists for me, a gift, better than any gem or treasure.

I love how his hair flows down past his soulders. He wears a beard like a man ought to. People sometimes have a hard time talking to him because he “looks like Jesus”.

He is smart and passionate about our country. He loves his humble life and appreciates good music.

He likes my food.

He doesn’t cheat.

He’s my beloved,

he’s my man.