If I wrote a poem that didn't rhyme, it'd go like this.

I met someone tonight who'd been married to their husband for 37 years.  They got married in their teens and were still going strong. 

Why?

Jesus.

Goodness, He's great.  I'm freakin' stoked I'm His bride. 

I don't deserve Him, but He loves me anyway.

& on my wedding day, it will be kind of like Him handing me off to some man I'll love until death.

Only not.  Because, He'll still my groom and I'll still be his bride. 

This is the love He had for me before I loved him.

This is the love I'll have until my dying day. 

It's unexplainable.

How He loves us.