My Betrothed

I am set to wed the man of my dreams in less than 100 days. All my life, my admirations were found in the character of my father. My romantic aspirations would hopefully mirror the model set before me in my parents. It is in this way I had devised a list of what I perceived to be my most perfect mate. Over 2 years ago, I met a man whose credentials initially seem unmatched, yet more and more everyday, I find myself amazed at his perfect adherence to my outspoken wish list.

He is a man whose eyes have seen the world surrounding him, yet his heart does not follow suit. His ears have heard others' pain, and his hand is outstretched to them.
He strives to perfection, yet his humility propels him further.
His words are donated from The One Who Gives All, and his mind enthralled with the same True Creator.
His love for me stands strong, in the midst of chaotic emotions being hurled at him.
His care for his kin resembles not his contemporaries, but those with much more wisdom than he.
His ability to perceive situations in their true light is astonishing, yet his ability to teach is even more so.
He speaks with the voice of a man, faith like a child, and wisdom of patriarchs.
To touch his skin is ironically analogous to the feelings obtained when looking out upon sheets of pure white sand.
His pure-hearted nature is not tainted, as can be said for his understanding of the world.
His mind fondly adopts incoming transmissions with retention resembling a true vault.