Found this little gem on my Facebook! I think it speaks volumes about romance!
I have just been praying, reflecting and loving my Jesus Rolland. The thought hit me like an arrow, just how much He loves me. When you love another, really love, you shower them with attention, affection and gifts. How did Jesus show His love for me? By dying a hideous, cruel, agonising death nailed to a cross. For me... By being beaten senseless, tormented and tortured. For me... By going to hell and facing complete isolation and separation from His father. For me... In doing all this, and so much more, my Jesus gave me what I needed more than anything else. He gave me himself. For the joy set before Him, He endured the cross... He saw, longed for that moment in eternity when we shall become as one at our wedding. The lover and the beloved. He saw his bride, dressed in spotless garments all because He was stripped of His and nailed to the cross. His agony became my pardon, my ecstasy. His gift to me, to all of us, was beyond measure, beyond price. My Jesus took my sin away... That burden that I could not carry, that held me a prisoner, was taken off me in such a way that I am left speechless, awe struck. This is how much Jesus loves me... My response? Oh, Jesus. I love you more than mere words, feelings or emotions could ever even begin to express... I just sit here, typing this heart cry, tears streaming down my face, heart so very, very full of gratitude and longing. My joy knows no limits. My Jesus is everything... Without Him I would just curl up and die. He is my next breath, my next heartbeat. All that is within me desires to be one with my Jesus. When I look at the cross, an arrow pierces my heart but is not fired from 'cupid's bow', ha! I shout out, to all who will listen, this piercing of my heart is a result of divine, extravagant, pure, righteous love from the heart of Jesus to mine. I am joined to this love for ever! I'm smitten, utterly given over to romance, intimacy and desire for Jesus. I don't care about what others think. It's not important if I am labelled a fanatic. It doesn't matter if others don't get it. I will press on when others around me seem distracted. Jesus, thank you, thank you, thank you... I will give my life because you poured yours out. I gladly choose, with all that is within me, to become a prisoner of your love. My heart is forever yours...
