His love rescued me,
From a life of emptiness,
A thought of resignation,
To my married fate.

His love is gentle with me,
It learns my weaknesses,
And builds them up,
Opening my eyes to his world.

His love is patient with me,
Arms steady as I doubt,
Standing firm, never leaving,
Waiting until I am there.

His love is strong for me,
When I have no strength of my own,
It holds me close,
And touches my hair with gentleness.

His love tears walls down for me,
Hiding behind them for too long,
The thoughts of loneliness,
Now abandoned.

His love is pure for me,
The simplest of passions,
His hand holding mine,
As he kisses it softly.

His love is powerful for me,
It whispers a longing in my ear,
Takes my pain away,
It lets me be myself.

His love is true for me,
Lies that went before, now swept away,
Gone, but deep inside me still,
It makes me forget that time.

His love overwhelms me,
I still feel unworthy,
Trust is not easy,
His acceptance humbles me.

His love is passionate with me,
A burning desire,
It rages within him,
It offers me his soul to keep safe.

His love is everything to me,
He is the air that I breathe, 
The spring in my step,
His smile lights my day.

His love is my guidance,
It roars like a lion,
Shaping my thoughts,
And protecting my heart.

His love gives me hope,
A future to wish for,
The past but a memory,
The now in his hands.

His love lives inside me,
My heart feels its flutter,
His touch when I need him,
His love gives me life.