Alone I stood there that day,
Into never ending darkness I gazed.
The count of clock ticks, I could barely count.
Not a single soul I saw,
Not a single sound I heard,
Deserted I was there,
Not knowing where to turn…
He walked in at the blink of an eyelid
A handsome young guy he was,
A lot I had heard about him,
About the prince, the heart - throb.
In to my wretched life he stepped in,
It just wouldn’t make any sense.
He saw me for what I was.
Picked me up from the dirt,
He had just fallen in love with me,
What do I offer in return, I do not know.
I just left him,
Couldn’t bear someone taking over my life.
Each morning as I ran out for the rat race ahead,
He would wait at the door with a smile that would melt me.
He would run behind with an umbrella,
Getting himself drenched in the torrents,
But I barely bothered.
That night I still recall,
When devastated and lonely I was,
For a warm embrace my heart longed.
That’s when the doorbell I heard,
In hope of a kin, I ran to the door,
Only to see him at the door,
“Are you hurt?” he asked.
At his face I shut the door.
I wondered who this handsome young man who bothers me is.
Time and again I ignored his love,
Questioning his existence and faithfulness.
All questions were answered when,
The news of his death struck my ears.
I ran …
Heart pierced, vision blurring…
There I saw him; eyes shut peacefully, drops of red dripping from wounded flesh,
Alone he lay there,
The world came crashing down when on the palm of his hand,
My name engraved, I saw..
He was so madly in love with me,
That he went and gave up his life...
For a wretch like me….
My love My Jesus…
