Love Of My Life

**To My One and Only, My Wife-to-Be**

Before I knew the shape of your name,  

before my heart could understand,  

you were already praying for me,  

already loving me from a distant land.  

Not a sudden spark—no, never that—  

but a pure love, patient and true,  

a love that waited in God’s own hand  

until the day He gave me you.

I love the tone of your skin,  

the way it carries the sun’s own grace;  

I love the body God formed with care,  

a temple of beauty, holy and rare.  

I love the feminine music of your voice,  

soft as morning, strong as faith,  

every word a gentle river  

where my restless soul can bathe.

I love your love for the Lord,  

the way you run to His Word,  

your hunger for truth, your Christian fire,  

your holy motivation, your deep desire.  

You make Scripture breathe and shine,  

you make prayer a home for me,  

and in your care I find a love  

that mirrors eternity.

You call me Loveyto,  

Papie, Love of My Life,  

My Darling, Sweety,  

Otjihuze Tjandje—  

and every name is a little door  

into a room where I am known,  

where I am held, where I am yours,  

and never left alone.

You tell me the story I still tremble at:  

you loved me before I knew,  

before my eyes could see the gift  

that God was shaping in you.  

We were separated, then brought again  

by God’s holy revelation,  

after I knelt in the bush and prayed,  

asking Him for a wife, a companion, a friend.  

And He answered—not in silence,  

but with witnesses, two by two,  

confirming the woman I now call  

My One and Only, Sweetheart, Sweetness,  

My Darling, Love of My Life,  

Skat, Skatebol, Tjihuze Tjandje,  

My Toy, My Treasure—you.

So let this be no accident,  

but a rising, a standing, a vow:  

pure love, chosen, God-centered,  

beginning here and now.  

I love you, my wife-to-be,  

my joy, my crown, my prayer,  

my forever home in Christ,  

my every answer there.