My Love

She feels special when dining with him in flickering candlelight.

I am romanced as MY lover hands me the twinkling stars of the night.

Hers' sends surprise bouquets of flowers.

Mine paints me rainbows after sun-lit showers.

Hers?

A hinting glance. A taken innocence.

A stolen touch.

MY love shyly hides his thoughts behind a sun-risen blush.

She is used.

Frequently abused.

I am delighted in.

Constantly pursued.

She is sure it is meant to be.... Love.

A diamond.

Pure... Cold.

IM sure it is love...

.. the gift of life for which HIS was sold.

Of his time - she's only got a few hours in the day.

Im secure in the truth that MY Lovers' presence will NEVER go away.

His love for her begins to drift towards other enticing lusts.

But MY Love is honorable,

the ultimate definition of trust.

You see,

Her heart belongs to a low creature.

MAN.

While mine is secure in Jesus.

Creator of All.

The Great I AM.