Marriage - You Love Me How?

I am clean and as neat as possible.

My hands are callused and my nails are torn and broken from labor.
My hands are too sore to play songs and my voice is too gruff to sing.
My face and dark eyes are worn from lack of sleep and fatigue.
My neglected hair is cut off to survive in the hot sun.
My patched clothes betray my secret poverty.
Baren by choice, unconditional love from the womb is impossible.
My fats hang from my body like unwanted wineskins; who knows how to treat and heal imposing obesity?
I have earned no money in my life yet given all.

Through this thick and ugly wall, how can you really love me?

My champion longs for my company.
My champion loves to see my constant efforts to bless others.
My champion longs for and prays for me rather than the little money I earn.
My champion loves to hug me and dance with me when no one is watching.
My champion enjoys giving me ease and comfort.
My champion opens my doors of wonderful delights and carries my burdens.
My champion walks on the outside near the road ready to protect me as the most precious to him.

My champion holds my hand when walking, sitting together.

My champion takes pleasure in my joys rather than my sorrows.
My champion defends my honor with the fresh anointing God provides.

This champion provides for my needs and allows me the coveted choices only allowed through human dignity given by God's Grace alone.

My champion sees me as God sees; He can see someone beautiful. 

You can love me without the shovel, broom, and mop.
You can love me receiving nothing in return.
You can love me without imagining, 'what am I going to get out of her?'
You can love me without regret when I sin.

Maybe if I were pretty...

I could engage in meaningful discussions with the sages learning and teaching.
I could volunteer my time and contribute to the edification of human life.

I could use my hands to bless others. 

I could open my home to anyone who wants the company of like minds.
I could travel and spend time with precious loved ones.

 Maybe if I were pretty...

Your first thoughts and opinions of me would be kind.

Oh, my, how you could love my soul.