I'll do it because I love him.
I'll try to meet his expectations even though it seems an impossible standard.
I'll remain completely devoted while he can come and go as he sees fit.
He is perfect.
If we disagree it is always my fault and completely up to me to fix it.
If he is angry, he has omnipotent power over me.
If I am angry, I am a sinner and must repent.
When will I kneel at his feet again?
What can I do to make him happy?
What more can I sacrifice?
He loves me, I must love him as he loves me.
I, a lowly peasant, am blessed to be loved by someone so divine.
He comes first, always.
I must always put him on the highest pedestal.
Compared to him I am nothing.
I will go and do that which he commands.
If I slip up, I deserve his anger.
If things feel rough, it's just a temporary trial, and if I can stay strong things will be better in the end.
What am I without him?
I am a faithful worshiper of a living, loving, almighty God.
I call him babe.
That's true love.