He laid sprawled on his bed.
His face was glowing.
His eyes lit up
Not because of the moonlight
That filtered into his room
Through the rich linen curtains
Although it helped you see the obvious.
He was smitten by love.
He thought about what to get for her.
Valentine’s day was a week away.
He had already given her all she ever needed
As well as all she ever wanted
And all she could ever imagine.
His opulence made the decision even more difficult.
So many ideas popped up
Till there were no more kernels
Except the heat of his passion
And the cricket orchestra behind his window
Which lulled him to sleep.
There was commotion in the court room.
She had been brought before the great king.
She stood trial for treason.
She had used the prince, her lover.
She proposed the idea to the prime minister
And together they succeeded
And now their people had seceded from the sovereign nation.
Yet, they both stood trial.
No one hailed them as heroes.
They rather blamed them
And she bore the brunt of it.
“What a conniving seductress,” they’d say
But it did not change anything.
Everyone had to accept what was to be
And for her,
It was the death penalty.
Worst of it all,
She would be hanged on valentine’s day.
He was heart broken.
There was nothing he could do.
As he stood beside his father’s throne,
Her pleading eyes caught his.
He returned her gaze.
When he did nothing,
She averted her eyes
And her head dropped unto her chest
Never to look into his eyes again.
He wished she would raise her head
But shame weighed heavily on her.
Guilt, also secured her arms and legs like shackles.
Justice had to be served
And his father was Justice.
Even if he pleaded for mercy,
It would not be enough.
The law had to be upheld.
Does love really conquer all?
Should his passion be snuffed out
Lest he got scorched?
No, not if He could help it.
He would rather that the heat of his passion
Weld his broken heart together
In the presence of hope.
He now knew what to get her
To show his love,
Even in her current situation.
She sat in her cell,
Watching the moon go down,
Watching the sun rise up,
Listening to the avian ensemble
As they chirped out a dirge.
Hours passed and there was dead silence.
She should have been dead already
Or she was already dead?
Is this how it left like to be dead?
The oblivion, the loneliness.
No, She did not remember ever leaving her cell.
So she waited.
What else could she do?
She consoled herself with the thought
“It did not matter if her death was delayed.
After all, she would soon be late.”
She waited and waited.
He walked into the royal garden.
Its beauty was no antidote for his pain.
He had a heavy heart
Laden with love and sorrow,
Burdened with compassion and anger
And reality with its intimidating wings hovering around.
Suddenly, the roses looked extremely beautiful.
Someway, somehow he found some strength.
He plucked one.
He immediately lifted his fingers to his lips.
He had been pricked.
Indeed, one had to be careful
When plucking a rose
In order to show his affection
Lest he got pricked.
But for His lady,
He would do it again.
He plucked another one.
Then another one.
At last, she heard heavy footsteps.
She stood up
For her time was up.
It was the King himself
With her pardon in his hand.
She was free!
Her face did the smile formation dance.
How did it happen?
The forlorn king smiled
And beckoned her.
They stepped out into the courtyard
Where she beheld the soulful sight.
There was her lover with His gift.
Roses, laid on the floor like a red carpet
Leading to the foot of the tree
Where he was.
He did not have to go through such lengths
Just for her to be pardoned?
She fell to her knees and wept like a baby
She would never forget his love.
She would forever love…genuinely
Since her very life was now her Valentine’s gift;
The life of her lover
For He took her place
As His limp body hanged from the tree
With a tightened noose around his neck.
God’s love is evidenced with every breaking dawn. Considering God’s love, what do you think the extent of your love for Jesus himself and others especially that significant other, could ever be?
Enjoy your day!
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