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A young woman dreams of the man she imagines.

With delicate care he considers her needs.

Though she knows her desire, wants, needs, and cares,

She envisions a man who understands.

And if the Lord blesses, and the two hear His voice,

Then the union will be strands of gold.

The man of her dreams will watch with intent,

Every movement, every habit, every notion his love presents.

What joy to be united in such a delicate embrace of care.

And sadly to few arrive.

The man of her dreams will go to extent.

Provision will surely arrive.

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Are we not the Bride of Christ?