Beautiful Lady;Who Do I Choose As My Wife?

The signet of a man is his wife,
There is that love from above that only a man in love can show to the one
The woman am in love with
Isn't it puzzling, many, ain't they many,
that I see as beautiful, not alone
But with the beauty of the soul and everything
Who do I choose as my wife,
Let me- write this up , not with an ink but
with my dreams
I want to see the woman who will see me
And talk to the woman, who opens
And if is not that easy, then she really needs me
Because I don't want my wife to miss me.

#Hope you enjoyed the poem...let me know what you think about the part one.

Have you been caught up in this maze ,
this indecision of the one most person , that you most love.
 With many beautiful and lovely ladies to choose from...
am not really getting myself.
Help me Oh Lord, but yea, you surely did ,
When I face the reality,
The reality of who Love is truly Is
And I know that is You ,
You are love, You did send Your Only Son,
One that it took You to become like unto us,
Dust, mere fragment and particles ,
We were not worth unto You any good
We all have gone astray,
But wait , you did portray love, in it's true definition,
And that is who you are, and makes me understand,
What it means to be in love or to be loved
Just like Jesus, I should  be my wife's Messiah
Holding Her Spirit in faith, that it doesn't despair
Being Her only true faith,
To set an example of Your love for the church,
Thank You, Such Honor is to know you,
Who , You are, And Who is love
Now I know how to pick the right woman,
One of a a cool heart, to feel the fire breeze from the sun,
One gets touched with my predicament,
Not that one will come, but if it does,
She will be the one to say to ,My love,
Don't stop, I know you who you are,
You are not a quitter, but a Great doer
Not a weakling but a strong Person,
Stay in your tracks, pray to the Lord,
And you will find your way back,
Yes, I will marry the woman, who believes I am Able,
And not unable, in my strengths and not capitalize on my weakness,
That Gold, I will die for,
That kind of life, I will trade for
And when her eyes set on mine at the altar
I will shout in my heart, thank You God,
For this Virtuous Woman.